Page 126 of Merciless Sinner

“I want you again, Olivia Antonov,” he husks. “I think it's time we go inside.”

“I think you're right.” I agree.

We kiss again and get back on the boat. As soon as we're back at the hotel, we're crashing against the wall in a sea of kisses. Then he's inside me, and I'm with him, where I always belonged.

With him I never feel lost anymore.

Virgo

I'm in the garden, watching my wife take laps in the pool. I'm expecting a visitor, but while I wait, I admire the view of my girl.

I watch her swimming like a mermaid, falling back into her old self as if nothing ever happened. I chuckle to myself when I remember, months ago, when she thought she couldn't swim. Right now, there's hardly any difference between her and the water.

Footsteps echo on the terrace path. I look up and see Cillian, making his way toward me.

“Hello, old friend,” he beams. “Watching my sister again?”

“I am.” I smirk. “So let's hear it.” I lift my chin toward him. He's supposed to be visiting, but today's the day. He said he'd tell me what he decided about coming to live in the States.

He sits, takes one of my cigars and lights up, then allows it to dangle between his fingers before he nods and says, “It's a yes from me.”

“Fantastic.” I grin back at him. “Because I have news.”

“What sort of news?”

“I manage to track down Lance Polinsky.”

Cillian's eyes widen. He's been looking for him since we found his name.

“You found him?”

“Not exactly. I just know where to look. He's in New York. He's been seen in New York twice. I think he has business here.”

Cillian smiles again. “Well, it looks like I'm going to be hunting again.”

“No, old friend. We are,” I correct him, and he nods, putting out a hand to shake mine.

“Let's do it.”

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