“I think you better tell me what’s going on first.”
Reality had a way of getting in the way. “You have any coffee?”
I watched her put on my shirt—and nothing else—and go out to the kitchen to make coffee.
I looked down at the khakis and boxer briefs on the floor. I hated those pants. So I threw on the boxers and went to the living room.
“Do you always hang out in your underwear?” Frankie asked as she was cracking eggs into a large bowl. Coffee was already starting to brew.
“When my only clothes are dorky? Yes.”
She snickered. “I like those suspenders.”
I poured some coffee and sat down at the round table in the small kitchen. “Better than my jeans?”
“I haven’t seen this new body in a pair of jeans.”
I raised an eyebrow over the rim of the mug and looked at her. “Are you saying this body won’t look good in a pair of jeans?”
She smiled slyly. “That remains to be determined.”
I grunted and drank more coffee. She was going to eat those words later.
“So… how bad is it, Olly?” she asked after a few moments of silence.
“Not so bad.”
She gave me a withering look and I shrugged. “He locked me in a room and told me he would let me out the day the time limit on the job runs out. Then he was going to Recall me.”
“How long do you think until he realizes you’re gone?”
“Hopefully a couple months.”
“So what? You’re just going to lurk around Alaska and hope he doesn’t see you?”
“That and kill the Target.”
Her shoulders sagged as she scrambled the eggs over the stove. “You really have to kill her, don’t you?”
“If I want a shot at getting out, yes.”
“Getting out?” She glanced at me. “Likeoutout?
“Yes.”
She abandoned the spatula to the pan and turned around to look at me. “You’re going to quit being an Escort?”
The look on her face made my insides go hot. “I’m going to try. Don’t get your hopes up. No one’s ever walked away from the Grim Reaper before.”
She squealed and threw herself into my lap and rained kisses over my face. “I can’t believe you’re going to give it all up.”
I caught her chin in my hand. “What I’m walking away from is nothing compared to what I’m walking toward.”
“I love you.”
My heart skipped a beat. Then it skipped some more.
“Say it again.”
