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“They will check a body if we leave one to check.”
“So we need to make sure there is no body? What about drowning? I could fall into water and be washed downstream or out to sea. Never mind, there aren’t that many places that would work around here. There’s not much reason for me to be out at Lake Mead or even at Lake Las Vegas.” She snuggled into his arms. “If not drowning, maybe animal attack.”
“Animal attack?”
“Well yeah, I know of a few animals who hire themselves out for such things.”
Zeven flinched.
She brushed a hand over his shoulder to soften her words. She hadn’t meant to hurt him, just drive home the stigma of his choice. He really would be better to leave that life behind. “But how could we make it look like I’d been chewed up? Could we use meat from the butcher and my clothes?”
“No, the scent would be all wrong.”
Scent? She’d forgotten how they focused so much on their senses. “Even with my clothes?”
He shook his head, brushing his jaw over her temple. “The meat would still smell or taste like beef or lamb or whatever.”
“Does human taste different too?”
His heart slammed hard, vibrating through him to where her ear pressed against his chest. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never eaten a human.”
She straightened and met his gaze. “I find that hard to believe.” At his wounded look she continued, “I know for a fact that you ate me just last night.”
His mouth fell open. “Harley!”
“Zeven… Not only did you eat well, but I’d be happy to invite you back to the buffet anytime.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. As much as they still had to sort out, there was one thing she was absolutely sure of. She loved this man and was very glad he’d come back into her life. If it took some teasing to get him to loosen up, she was more than willing to try.
His eyes darkened with emotion. “Be careful what you offer.”
She brushed a kiss over his lips. “Or what?”
“Or I might just take it and we won’t finish this discussion for a while, perhaps a long while.”
“Tempting.” She sighed dramatically, putting a little air between them. “But we do have to plan my death before we take a break that long.” He tugged her back into his arms, but she held him off. “You know this would go faster if you contributed more and shot down less.”
“You could die in a fire. Then there would be little left of this beautiful body.” His hands trailed down her sides, slipping under the edge of the shirt to caress her bare hips.
Her breath caught. “Why wouldn’t I just run out? Would you ever set fire to a house after you shot me? Or tied me up?” She ignored the thought of him burning people alive and considered the oh-so-vivid image of him tying her to a bed. She could easily imagine how he would dedicate hours to torturing her once she was helpless and at his mercy…
His voice dropped low, becoming little more than a rumble. “I might or might not, depending on the purpose of the hit. If it was meant as a threat to other people, then the body would be left intact or perhaps carved up to prove my point. But if it was a single, one time hit, concealing the death would be better.” His hands sculpted her back, molding her against his aroused body.
“Use your magic to shed these clothes. I’ll never get tired of seeing that.” The truth was she would never get tired of anything about him. His magic was just a small part of him but seeing him dissolve the fabric and bare his body without even moving was too amazing to miss. “What were you saying?”
Zeven didn’t settle for just ditching his own clothes. He dissolved what she was wearing as well, leaving them both naked. “Can’t leave an obvious trail of dead targets or I wouldn’t get hired very often. Sometimes subtle is the best option.” His cold words sent a chill skittering down her back even while his arms tightened and warmed her all over.
Logically she could see his reason for every choice and even now could understand why he would be considered one of the best paid killers. But then her mind left the general and funneled down to the specifics of how he’d been sent to kill her and more importantly how they would fake her death. “So would you have burned my little house after you shot me?”
“Yes.” He dipped closer, nuzzling her neck.
Her breath caught. Damn, all she wanted was to focus on his body and forget all the plotting. But instead, she let her eyes slide closed and focused on making sense. “If concealing evidence is part of the plan, why wouldn’t you strangle me or maybe cut my throat?” His hand closed around her neck, a gentle mockery of what she suggested. “That way there would be no bullet lodged in my crispy corpse.”
Those fingers ticked over her skin, furrowing through her hair. They clenched and firmly turned her head so he could nip at the exposed skin. “Or if I wanted to be especially cruel, I would rig your bike to malfunction or perhaps explode.”
She sucked hard at the air. “My bike? That’s just too cold… downright brutal.” She clung to him barely standing under the weight of her arousal.
“Well, it would be clean and precise,” he whispered over her throat. His free hand closed over one breast, cupping and molding the flesh before homing in on the hardened nipple.
“But so… mean.” She gasped and arched back.
