Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.
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 EstepI pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.
Jennifer EstepY’all might as well come on out,” I said. “I know you’re there. I can smell you.” “Smell me? But I just took a shower this morning!” an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows. There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked upside the head. Then another voice let out a low mutter. “Shut up, idiot.
Jennifer Estep