The Hitwoman Gets Lucky (Confessions of a Slightly Neurotic Hitwoman)
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Patrick sat in a chair by the window, watching me flailing like a seal caught in a fisherman’s net. “Morning.”
“Morning,” I muttered before I remembered I was pissed at him for rejecting me the night before.
I didn’t remember getting under a blanket, and I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I did remember him giving me the brush-off. I glared at him.
His expression was impossible to read as he stared at me. “Armani’s… companion left about fifteen minutes ago, so it should be safe for you to go back to your room.”
“Trying to get rid of me?” I groused.
“We need to talk about what happened last night.”
“I need a cup of coffee. Where’s God?”
“Sunning himself.” Patrick drew back the curtain to show me that the lizard was stretched out on the window ledge, watching the ocean.
“Close it,” I muttered, shielding my eyes from the bright sunlight streaming into the room.
He dropped the curtain. “You always so much fun in the morning?”
“Are you always such a dick at night?”
He winced. “I told you. We need to talk.”
“I thought he was a perfect gentleman,” God intoned from behind the curtain. “He let you have that giant bed and he slept on the floor.”
Patrick stared at the curtain. “He’s quite the chatterbox. He must like the sun.” After crossing the room, he poured two cups of coffee. The man not only travelled with his own coffeemaker, but with his own cups. Two of them, which seemed to indicate he wasn’t in the habit of waking up alone.
Mulling over the information God had just shared, I watched the redhead’s efficient movements.
Leaving one cup on the dresser, he brought the other to me. He held it out and then took it back before I could take it from him. “First we talk.”
Placing the cup on the nightstand, he sat down on the bed beside me.
I tried to surreptitiously scoot away so that we wouldn’t come in contact. He observed my less-than-subtle mood with a mixture of amusement and frustration.
“How’d the game end?” I asked, determined not to let him control the conversation.
“Same way it did in ’99,” he said dryly.
We stared at each for a long moment in some kind of standoff I didn’t understand.
Finally, he leaned forward to speak, his voice husky with desire. “You make me want to break all the rules, Mags.”
Reaching out, he cupped my cheek tenderly. His touch sent ripples of sensation through my body, leaving me incapable of being angry with him. That left me with being confused.
“I thought,” I began awkwardly. “I thought you—”
He slid a finger over my lips to silence me. “I did. I do. But last night was not the time. You were still in shock from seeing O’Hara kill me… or try to kill me. You were vulnerable and not thinking straight.”
“He’s right,” God said.
And I knew he was. But it still sucked.
“We’re all wrong for each other, Mags,” Patrick said sadly.
I knew that he was trying to gently tell me that there’d never be a right time for us. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye.
He leaned forward and kissed it away. “We’re like two ships that pass in the night.”
I smiled weakly. “Seriously? You’re quoting Manilow songs now?”
Grinning, he handed me my coffee. “You’ve never seen the man perform. Trust me, after tonight you’ll get it.”
Standing up, he walked to the exit door. “When you’re done in here, hang the sign inside. I’ll see you at home.
He raised his hand and waved a sad good-bye as he walked out.
I stared at the door that had closed behind him.
God peeked at me from behind the curtain. “Are you okay?”
“We had the right love, at the wrong time.”
God and I both winced as Armani warbled from the other room.
“Can you take your time finishing your coffee?” God begged.
“You wanted to come along,” I reminded him yet again.
I didn’t see Patrick again in Atlantic City, but that wasn’t the last time I saw him.
Armani and I had a blast at the Manilow concert. (I’m pretty sure God, nestled between my breasts, wept during “Ships.”)
Not surprisingly my lottery ticket wasn’t a winner.
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