The Assassin And The Girl From The Coffee Shop - Plot & Excerpts
It was unfortunate that she was being pulled into the madness of his life. It certainly wasn't his intention, but... as the saying goes, ‘shit happens’. What was he going to do with her? He had no idea. What did he want to do with her? He snickered at the thought; even in that hideous uniform she was a stunning woman. Her long blonde hair begged him to reach over and stroke it. Her bright blue eyes were the type that a man could lose himself looking into and her figure was nothing short of amazing; a nice little hourglass figure in compact form. "Who are you really?" she pressed when Scott didn't respond straight away. "I'm a freelancer," he shot her a smile that usually melted the ladies. To his dismay, it didn't with her. "Of sorts." "Of sorts?" she raised a sceptical brow at him. "What kind of freelancer carries a gun and gets shot at in coffee shops?" Damn. He didn't want to scare her by telling her the truth, but considering she might be with him for a while, he didn't see that he had much choice.
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