Page 106 of Hannah and the Hitman

“Jack.”

“Hannah. If there’s something you want, it’s my job to give it to you.”

“Sure, maybe a necklace or a weekend in Aspen, but not abookstore.”

“Do you want a necklace or a weekend in Apsen?”

“No.”

“Then you’re getting a bookstore. And renovations. And books.”

“I’m paying you back.”

“Fine. I accept blowjobs and anal.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Oh my God.”

“I don’t understand why you’re upset. Ishould be the angry one.”

“You? Why?”

“My girl didn’t teleport like I told her to. I had to watch a mafia boss hold a gun to you. I jumped on a fucking trampoline to get to you.”

“See? My hero.” A watery laugh escaped. “I love you, too.”

I sighed, pulled her into my arms. This, right here, holding her, was everything. I’d been craving simple, but all I wanted was this. “Thank fuck.”

“You really want to live in Coal Springs with me? It’s fast. Crazy fast.”

I shrugged. “I think we know better than others that you never know what life is going to bring and you gotta take what you want.”

“I’m boring,” she said, as if that would deter me. It sounded like a perk.

“Good.”

“I would rather read than go out.”

“Me, too, it seems.”

She arched a brow and pulled out the big guns. “You’ll have to see my family.”

I shrugged again. She seemed to think her words would deter me. “I think there’s one thing that would solve everything with them.”

She stared at me, trying to figure out probably how I knew the answer. “Oh? What’s that?”

I grinned, kissed her soft lips, then said, “Make the fucking potato salad.”

EPILOGUE #1

JACK

“Afternoon. Can I help you find something?”

Based on Nitro’s report, this was Kevin, Hannah’s used car salesman ex. I walked across the lot in his direction. Tucked between a few hotels and chain restaurants by the highway, it had been easy to find. The twenty-foot-tall blue, inflatable dancing cartoon character that bobbed and weaved also helped.

Hannah and Brittany were at the bookstore making plans and lists. I offered to pick up deli sandwiches for lunch, but decided to make a detour and finally–fucking finally–deal with her ex.

Don’t kill him. Don’t kill him. You can maim. Maim is good.