Page 64 of Hannah and the Hitman
I ducked beneath his arm and moved away from him. I could’ve tossed him aside with my Wonder Woman powers, but what would that do besides validate his foolish thoughts. “I’m not going anywhere with you. I’m going home.”
“It’s not safe,” Jack advised.
I arched a brow. “Oh, and I thought I was a hitman sent to kill you.”
Dax chuckled and both Jack and I glared his way.
“Until I figure out who you’re working for, you’re sticking with me.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, indignant. “Aren’t you afraid I might kill you in your sleep?”
Dax all out laughed this time.
While Jack would be very disappointed when he found out I really did work for the city of Coal Springs as a boring librarian, he had a point about me being in danger. I hadn’t killed the guy who’d come to the library to murder me, unlike the guy on the ground not twenty feet away. He hadn’t finished his job. If he wasn’t in a mental health facility because I teleported on him, he’d probably come back.
But I wasn’t going anywhere with Jack. “I really like being alive, so I’ll go withhim. He seems to be able to keep me safe.” I pointed to the body on the ground, then Dax. I didn’t miss the smirk on his face.
They stayed quiet as I went around the front of the car, then stopped right before I fell over the awkwardly sprawled dead body. Shit. SHIT! Carefully, I stepped over him and climbed into Dax’s car, slamming the door shut behind me.
Through the window, I saw the men talking. Then Jack went to the driver’s door and climbed in.
“Wait. I’m going with Dax.” I reached for the door handle to get out, but he flicked the locks. “Jack!”
He put the car in reverse, looked over his shoulder, and did a quick one-eighty in an empty parking spot. In seconds, we were out of the garage and weaving through traffic on a busy Denver street.
“I’m not going with you!”
“Looks like you are, gorgeous.”
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere safe,” he said, teeth clenched. His grip on the steering wheel was white knuckled. His gaze shiftedfrom the road ahead to the various mirrors. “Where you can tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“Me?ME?I’m guessing you don’t have a lactose intolerance problem after all.”
I crossed my arms and fumed. I’d driven like a crazy woman to get to Denver as quick as possible to warn Jack. I’d been right to do so since the plane guy had been there to kill him, but still. He didn’t say thanks and then rail me over the hood of his car as a reward. He didn’t kiss me or even eye fuck me.
“Wait, you didn’t have intestinal problems. What were you really doing at that restaurant? It wasn’t to take me on a date, was it?”
He didn’t say anything, only clenched his jaw.
“Wow.Wow.” I felt tears coming on and I blinked hard, willing them away. I wasnotcrying over this. Over what I thought was a romantic dinner cut short. “And then after…”
After, we’d had sex. I’d given him my panties in his SUV.
“You had a spatter of blood on your shirt on the plane. Did you kill someone in Vegas?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my God. Did you kill someone after leaving my parents’ house? What about the pizza place? Man, business as a hitman must be fantastic.
“Don’t be angry with me for keeping secrets,” he said.
“Why not? You’re ahitman!”
“And what are you? Don’t tell me librarians can bench press mafia goons.”
He accused me of being a hitman? It was laughable. Completely insane.