Page 64 of The Hitman’s Final Job

“Good,” Dale says. “Keep it that way.” He picks up the photograph of me at the Bristol Hotel bar. The one with Seth. “This was taken inside a restaurant?”

“The restaurant of the hotel when I stayed in Warsaw.”

“And you had no idea you were being photographed.”

“None,” I say.

He sets it down. “I want you to understand that I’m taking this seriously. I want you to call me if anything else happens. Anything at all. A car that drives past more than once. A delivery you weren’t expecting. Anything that feels wrong.”

“I will.”

He stands and picks up his hat.

“Thank you, Dale.”

He nods. He shakes my hand. He goes.

I sit in my office for a moment after he, leaves considering if getting the sheriff involved was the right thing to do. What if making contact with the law firm will escalate things?

Silas is at my place alone. I pick up my phone and message him.

Vaughn:

On my way home.

The reply comes back in under a minute.

Silas:

Drive fast. But safe.

And then, a few seconds later, a single emoji.

A small flame.

I pull up in front of the house, and before I’ve reached the front door, it opens.

Silas is naked.

Completely, and without any apparent concern about this, naked.

He throws himself at me, and I catch him, his legs going around my waist the way they did last night.

“What if I hadn’t been alone?”

He points to the floor, where just by the door there’s a pile of his clothes. “I was watching from the window. I only got undressed when I saw you were alone.” He kisses a path from my neck to my ear, where he whispers, “We’re fifty percent ready. You need to catch up.”

TWENTY

SILAS

I am completely and utterly in trouble. I’ve also never been as sexually sated as I am now.

Even as I stare at Vaughn while he’s driving us into Pine Ridge for the pumpkin festival, I know he couldn’t draw another orgasm out of me, but I’ll be damned if my body isn’t already up for trying.

“You know,” I say, “You could try being a little less good-looking. I’m in physical pain here. My dick is begging for mercy while my brain is checking out that white shirt with the forearms, and damn, Vaughn.”

He gives me a quick glance and raises an eyebrow. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m not the one waiting at the end of my working day, naked and ready to play.”