I looked at Bria. โHow do you put up with him?โ Bria started to open her mouth, but Finn piped up instead. โShe puts up with me because I happen to be rich, handsome, charming, a witty conversationalist, and exceptionally talented in bed,โ he smirked. โFlexible too.โ I groaned. โI did not need to hear those last two.
Jennifer EstepHope. An emotion that always kept suckering me in, time after time, despite my supposed retirement from the assassin business. Hope. The one thing that always seemed to get me into more trouble than just killing people for money ever had. Ah, hope. Sometimes, I really hated it.
Jennifer EstepAny chance of getting something sweet to go with my coffee?โ [Finn] asked in a hopeful voice. I arched an eyebrow at him. โYou mean all those pieces of strawberry pie that you ate for lunch weren't enough?โ โIโm a growing boy,โ Finn said in a sincere tone. โI need my vitamins.โ Bria snorted. โThe only thing thatโs growing on you, Lane, is your ego.โ Finn sidled up to my sister and gave her a dazzling smile. โWell, other things of mine also tend to swell up in your presence, detective.
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