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on.” His voice drifted as he searched. “I knew there was something wrong with this hit from the beginning.”
    “So is there an assassin chat room? Online support group? A top secret forum?” I leaned forward to try and peek at the computer screen.
    “Something like that.” His eyebrows drew together and he frowned. A familiar blue light lit his features and I gasped.
    “Oh my God. Are you on Facebook?” I laughed when he turned the computer away from my prying eyes.
    “No. I am not on Facebook. What kind of self-respecting assassin would have a Facebook group?”
    “Let me see your profile picture.” I reached for the computer and he moved it further away. “Don’t tell me. You’re holding a gun, Bond style.”
    “Bond wishes he was as cool as I am.” Laughter lit his eyes as he looked up at me.
    “Uh huh.” I shifted back in my seat. “Do you think I could send Tess an email?” That was one thing I could remember; her email had been the same since we had met.
    “That is the worst thing you could do right now.” He didn’t look up, just continued to stare at whatever was on the screen.
    “Then how do you suggest I let her know she may be in danger?” I tried to reel my temper in, because it wasn’t his fault I was being targeted, but the fact was that I was in a terrible situation. “Or that I’m alive? I’m sure the cops had to have traced Danny’s car by now. Tess probably thinks I’m dead or worse.”
    “Worse than dead?” Owen raised an eyebrow.
    “Well, I could’ve been taken and sold as a sex slave.” I shrugged. “It happened in that movie where the dad kills everyone, only I don’t have a bad-ass to come save me. And fuck, I ran over a murderous pimp in his garage!”
    “You really do have a foul mouth.” He leveled a disapproving stare at me.
    “Are you kidding me? You’re an assassin. Stop throwing stones.”
    “Point. But I might argue that I manage to kill people while maintaining a sense of propriety.”
    “You kill people with a sense of propriety?” Laughter erupted from my mouth. “What? Do you leave a thank you note? Do you design your own assassin stationery? Dear Sir or Madam…” My laughter choked my words.
    “I didn’t say I was nice about it. Just proper.”
    “Proper.” I shook my head.
    “Yes, clean and quick.” He watched stuff scroll across his screen. “Usually.”
    I didn’t want to think about what that meant. Instead I turned back to what I felt I could control.
    “So why would it be a bad idea to let her know that I’m alive? That she may be in danger?”
    “They may be monitoring your email. It could lead them to you or her. Think about it. If they are after you and you let them know she is important to you, then it will send them after her to use against you. If they are after her, it could just alert them to wherever she is right now.” He frowned at me. “Where is she?”
    “Italy? I didn’t ask for a detailed itinerary. It’s their honeymoon. They’re probably holed up naked in a little villa somewhere.” Standing up, I went to look out the windows. “I think they were driving, so they could be anywhere.”
    We were silent for a while, the only noise the sound of his fingers dancing across the keyboard. I was starting to feel drained, the insanity of the day catching up with me now that the adrenaline had calmed.
    “I don’t like this.”
    “Which part?”
    “Any of it. All of it. This is a giant fuc—stupid mess.” Using my fingers I pushed the blinds open wide enough to see through. “I don’t have a passport, I don’t have any money—I have nothing.”
    “That’s not true.” Owen’s voice rumbled through the room.
    “What?” I shot him a look over my shoulder. “I’m baggage for you. Nothing but a hassle to give you a headache.”
    “Not true.” He sat back from the little table in front of the sofa. “And you have a gun. I’ve found that those are just as helpful as money or passports at