The Butterfly Collector by Beth Yarnall

Author:Beth Yarnall
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Story Siren Publishing

7

“How about a walk in the park?” Tru asked as we left his apartment.

I glanced up at the second-floor window of the building across the street, but it wasn’t relief I felt. When they found out Carlos was dead, I would be too.

“That sounds nice,” I agreed.

It was a risk. There were verdant areas of Central Park where a body wouldn’t be discovered for days, weeks even, if ever. I hadn’t considered myself maternal. Mostly I found pregnancy to be confusing and sometimes frustrating. As we entered the park, I realized that if it came down to him or me, I would kill the father of my child. I could only hope his paternal instinct would suddenly kick in as mine had.

“What gave me away?” he asked, his voice low and seductive. The same tone he used to get me into bed.

The question hovered in the air around us. We stared straight ahead down the nearly deserted path. Nothing between us had ever been honest. There had been so many lies, I wasn’t sure if I’d recognize the truth once I met it. But here was the moment to come clean. There was no other way around it.

“There was a slight flaw in your background.”

He looked at me then. “Were you the one who caught it?”

“Yes.”

“What was it?”

“Truett Nash wasn’t left-handed.”

“Shit.” He shook his head. “I’m usually better than that.”

“I know.”

“So are you. Why so careless with my laptop? That’s not like you.”

“I wanted to get caught.”

He stopped and pulled me down onto a bench. The sun was low in the sky, casting long, pale shadows. The early autumn air still held the heat of midday and the stifling closeness of humidity.

“Why?” he asked, his gaze searching my face, no doubt looking for any trace of dishonesty.

“They were going to pull me off you. They didn’t like that I got pregnant. It complicated things.”

He placed his hand on the swell of my stomach. “No kidding. I don’t usually make these kinds of mistakes.”

“Neither do I.” I placed my hand over his. “Now what?”

“I was hoping you would have an answer.”

“I’m supposed to kill you.”

“I’m supposed to kill you.”

“You may as well. I’m dead anyway. They know I outed myself. They’ve probably already dispatched someone to take care of me.”

Plus the fact that I’d killed one of their best agents when I’d stabbed Carlos to death. There was no going back from that. My only hope was to reveal myself to Tru. Either he’d kill me or I didn’t know what. I’d rather he kill me than someone from the agency I’d never met. A strange statement to make, I know, but I’d accept death from Tru. At least then I’d know if what we’d shared meant as much to him as it did to me. I didn’t want to die not knowing that.

“You’re good. If you hadn’t given yourself away, I might have never known you were after me. I can’t kill someone as good as you. That would be sacrilege.

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