herself and kick off the covers. It meant she didn’t have to wake up early and cook someone breakfast, because she liked sleeping in and nibbling on leftovers from the night before. It meant not having to hear someone complain that she worked too much.
But it also meant being lonely at night. Sometimes she’d lie in bed, thinking how nice it would be to curl up with someone. Not just anyone, but a man she could actually hold a conversation with. Eventually Kat would roll over and start thinking about her next case, because dwelling on a life she couldn’t have was poisonous. All that “grass is greener” thinking gets people into trouble. It was why her mother had left, and Kat didn’t want to become a woman who was never satisfied with her life.
Prince and Nadia continued speaking in low voices, and Kat admired his casual stance. His pants had a stain, his shirt was wrinkled, sleeves rolled up, tie loose, and yet he carried himself like a man to be reckoned with. Nadia leaned forward in a way that signaled she was going for some tongue action. Kat looked away and slurped on her soda, wishing she could teleport herself to a five-star hotel where they had room service. When the murmurs quieted and she heard the sound of lips touching, she stole a quick glance.
Prince kissed Nadia’s cheek near the corner of her mouth, but Nadia was a shark when it came to making out. Now that she smelled blood in the water, she was going to circle her prey until she got what she wanted. Nadia was a first-date kisser because she said that a man’s tongue revealed what kind of lover he was.
It didn’t look like she was getting the scoop on Prince’s prowess in bed tonight. Kat smiled wide in victory.
When Prince glanced over his right shoulder and looked right at her, she almost dropped her soda.
“Good night, Kat. It was a memorable evening.”
“Cheers,” she said, holding up her drink in the dark room.
Memorable, she pondered . Not enchanting, and definitely not exciting. Well, I’ll never see him again . Which was a shame. Vlad was going to be impossible to hunt down now that she’d scared him away from his regular hangout. Prince knew Vlad and could probably help, but guys like him didn’t like to get mixed up in dangerous drama like this. Especially with a girl like Kat. The worst part? She actually liked his company.
Maybe too much.
Nadia locked the door and joined Kat in the living room, kicking off her heels and running her hands through her silky blond hair. “Should I be concerned you weren’t wearing pants with my date?”
“Why do you hate me?”
Nadia sat down to Kat’s left, her voice weary. “I don’t hate you, Katarina. I just don’t understand you.”
Kat could sense the hurt in her voice, and it had to do with why they were so different. “Papa spent more time with me, but not because he loved me more. He just didn’t know what to do with a little girl who loved tea parties and dresses. He liked to hunt, fish, and shoot guns.”
“And you did those things to please him?” She twisted her hair back and clasped her hands behind her head.
“No. I wouldn’t do something I don’t enjoy. This is just who I am. Plus, I never really liked tea. Only your invisible friends were allowed to sit at the table.”
“My friends aren’t invisible anymore, and I have a life. One you seem to disrupt every chance you get. I don’t mind the visits, darling, but you have too much chaos in your suitcase. There are other jobs. I could find you something here if you want to live close to me.”
“I like what I do,” Kat said, hiding her annoyance. “Someone has to put away the bad guys so you don’t have to look over your shoulder as often.”
“How long will you be staying this time?”
“Until I find Papa.”
Nadia sighed and lowered her arms. “That again. He’s gone, Katarina. Like our mother.”
“She left us. Someone took Papa. And… well, Prince wants to help me.” Kat innocently
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