Miniskirts, Mai Tais & Dead Guys by Jennifer Fischetto

Author:Jennifer Fischetto
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romantic suspense, paranormal romance, romantic comedy, paranormal, chick lit, ghost
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing

CHAPTER TWELVE

"Enzo," I cry out, get to my knees, grab the front of his shirt, and shake him. I know that's stupid to do. It's not like he's napping. How can shaking an unconscious person help? But I'm doing it anyway.

What the heck happened? Did someone break in? A random person off the street or was this related to some criminal he apprehended? My mind races with thoughts. My fingers go to his wrist to find a pulse, but I was never good at that, so I can't tell if he's dead or not.

"Oh, gosh, Enzo. Hold on. I'm calling for help." I reach into my purse, which I dropped beside me. I push the side button to bring the phone to life, and I catch movement.

I look down, and Enzo is convulsing. Oh my God, no! What am I supposed to do? I think I need a wooden spoon so his tongue…

The corners of Enzo's mouth creep up, and I realize the seizure is actually laughter. The jerk is faking it.

I slap him in the gut. "Are you kidding me? This is a prank."

He opens his eyes and lets out a rumble of laughter. Then he raises his arm, and I see that the knife was only positioned in his armpit.

I get to my feet and softly kick him in the shin. "I hate you. You know that, right? Why are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

He gets to his feet and grabs the roll of paper towels. "I saw you coming and figured I'd have some fun."

"Yeah, I'm in hysterics. This is the best time of my life."

He wipes the fake blood off his shirt and then the floor. "You owe me a bottle of ketchup."

"You give me a near fatal stroke, and I owe you?" I grab my purse and storm to the front door.

"Wait," he says and runs after me. "Why did you stop by?"

"I wanted to talk about the case, but I'm still having trouble breathing."

He giggles and then tries to make a straight face, but he sucks at it. Truth is, it's an awesome gag, and had he done it on someone else, I would be in stitches. But he seriously had me scared to death, and I can't fully forgive him just yet.

"Stay, and we can have dinner."

"I hate you. Why would I want to eat with you?"

This makes him laugh more.

"Besides, since when do you cook?" I ask.

He shrugs. "Carly's taught me a few dishes."

He and Carly are cooking together? I definitely need to stay. While I believe that Carly was just out with girlfriends last night, I can't help wondering if maybe Izzie is partially right, and Enzo could get hurt again. There isn't anything for me to do to stop it, but I can listen and be here for him if needed.

"Fine. What are we having for dinner? It better not involve ketchup." I toss my purse onto the counter.

He tries to hold back a chuckle, but he doesn't do a good job.

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