The Hitwoman Takes A Road Trip (Confessions of a Slightly Neurotic Hitwoman Book 17) by Lynn JB

Author:Lynn, JB [Lynn, JB]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jennifer Baum
Published: 2017-05-15T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

“Everything okay, Maggie?” Zeke asked.

I was startled to find him standing beside me, having never noticed him emerge from the house.

His expression as he looked at Ian was guarded.

“Um, yeah,” I said awkwardly. “Zeke, this is Ian. Ian, my friend, Zeke.”

“The I?” Zeke didn’t try to hide his surprise.

“Yes,” I sighed. “The I.”

Ian blinked, confused. “The, I?”

“From the séance?” Zeke pressed.

I nodded.

“Impressive, right?” Armani limped toward us, batting her eyelashes at poor Ian, who looked entirely befuddled by the conversation.

“Armani’s a psychic,” I tried to explain.

“And a matchmaker.” She held out her good hand to Ian. “In fact, I’m the proud owner of PMS.”

Ian froze in the midst of shaking her hand, pulling a deer in headlights at the mere mention of PMS.

“Psychic Matchmaking Service,” I hurried to explain.

Zeke chuckled. “Told you the name is off-putting to half your clientele.”

Dropping Ian’s hand, she tossed her hair and muttered, “And I told you, I don’t need clientele.”

Feeling sorry for Ian, who seemed to be a bit overwhelmed by what was really a pretty standard exchange in my life, I looked around for my dad, hoping that he, of all people, could insert some normalcy into the conversation.

He was nowhere to be seen.

“Did he disappear again?”

“Who?” Zeke asked.

“My dad.”

“Archie was here?” He looked to Armani for confirmation. Clearly not trusting my grip on reality.

She nodded.

“How’d he get here?” he asked her.

“The bodacious bro drove him.” She smiled at Ian, no doubt proud of herself for coming up with that label for him.

His response was to take a reflexive step backward.

Afraid he too was going to bolt, I reached out and put my hand on his elbow, like that small motion could stop a grown man in his tracks.

Piss did her part by wending between his ankles, meowing, “Stay. I really don’t want to have to trip you, but I will.”

He tensed and I wondered if he was allergic to cats or something.

“There’s no need to threaten him,” God lectured. “You’ve only just met.”

Ignoring the animals, I smiled tightly at Zeke and Armani. “Could you guys give us a couple of minutes?”

“Sure,” Zeke agreed immediately.

Armani seemed less willing to comply.

I glared at her and said through gritted teeth, “Please.”

“We’ll go inside,” Zeke said, draping an arm around Armani’s shoulders and physically guiding her back toward the house.

Feeling some of Ian’s tension abate as they moved away, I let my hand fall away from his arm.

Piss pranced away a couple of steps, but I noticed that she positioned herself between Ian and his car, no doubt ready to knock him off his feet if needed.

“Don’t bother ringing the bell. Just come in whenever you’re ready,” Zeke called over his shoulder as he propelled Armani through the door and shut it.

“Sorry about that. I know they can be a bit overwhelming if you’re not accustomed to them.”

“You mean you can get used to that?” Ian joked lightly.

I shrugged. “On a scale of one to ten measuring the craziness of my life, that little exchange was a one.

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