Page 78 of Himbo Hitman
Lars chews on his bottom lip. “I know you trust Perry, but do you think we should head somewhere else for a few hours? Just in case?”
“You think he’s going to rat us out?”
“Unfortunately, I get where you’re coming from. Perry doesn’tseemlike the kind of guy who’d throw us under the bus, but I also get the feeling that Perry doesn’t have to make our lives harder on purpose. He’s perfectly capable of doing it accidentally.”
I had the same thought. I hate that I had the same thought because I don’t want to underestimate Perry or make him feel bad, but the confidence I have in him thinking things through isn’t high. And hey, I wouldn’t be so damn attracted to his spontaneity if he was the kind of guy who assesses risks.
Unfortunately, that’s great for sex, bad for survival.
“You might be right,” I allow. “But where the hell do we go? We’re only here because we ran out of options.”
Lars tosses the coaster back onto the table. “My parents’ place, probably.”
“You really want them to be caught up in this mess?”
“I don’t think I have a choice.”
I shake my head because the fewer people we involve, the better. Lars’s parents are the kind of people you’d expect to be smiling from the front of a muffin box. Or as the American ambassadors toThe Great British Baking Show. Even mentioning contractkillers around them would be enough to make their sweet brains short-circuit.
“We’d be going to my parents’ place before yours,” I point out.
“Except there’s a chance they’re being watched.”
That reminder sits heavy on my chest. I’m trying not to reach the point of everything feeling helpless, but I’m already so on edge with radio silence from Colin and now Perry that I’m not sure how much longer I can spend sitting around doing nothing.
A pounding on the front door makes me jump, and Lars immediately stands and pulls out his gun.
“Perry, you think?”
“He’s got a key.” Lars points to the bedrooms. “Go.”
But even as he says that, a key turns in the lock, sending him on high alert. Lars shoves me off the couch and dives toward the doorway that opens onto the hall. The front door opens, and I hold my breath, waiting for shouts or a gunshot or anything that will make all hell break loose.
Instead, a sort of familiar voice shouts, “Perry, where the fuck are you?”
“Margot?” I look out from behind the couch to see her and Elle walking along the hall. I’m up on my feet before Lars throws his arms up.
“Do you want to be fucking killed?” he asks.
“But … it’s only them.”
“Andthemcould be here to kill you.”
Margot comes to a fast stop. “Kill him?” Her eyes fly to Lars’s gun. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Yeah …” Elle steps around her girlfriend and takes in the room. “I don’t think my brother will be too impressed if his charitable act ends up with bullet holes in his walls.”
Lars subtly lowers his gun but doesn’t put it away. “Why are you here?”
Margot scowls his way, and I don’t blame her. We’re the ones borrowing this place. “Because my brother sent me a concerning fucking message this morning, and now he’s not answering my calls. Where is he?”
Well,I’mnot going to be the one to answer that. “He’s having issues with his phone.” Given how old it is, she’d have to believe that.
She glares at me instead. “That didn’t answer my question.”
“He went out for groceries.”
“Then we’ll wait until he gets back.” Margot crosses her arms and throws herself back on the couch, challenging stare never leaving mine. It’s so weird that she and Perry are related when they couldn’t be more opposite, at least in personality. Their thick black hair, dark eyes, and angular faces give them away as siblings.
