"So tell me about it. "
I recapped the events of the last hour. After I finished, Caine stilled, his pen frozen on his notepad, turning over something in his mind. Then he raised his golden eyes to me.
"Why didn't you kill them?" he asked in a soft voice.
"We both know you could have. "
"Easily," I agreed. "But one of the girls was on the floor next to me. "
"And you didn't want her to see you do it?"
I shrugged. "Witnesses are bad, detective. I've told you that before. "
He snorted. "And here I thought you were developing a heart. "
Disappointment tinged his words. I ignored the longing the sound stirred in me.
"Oh, I've always had a heart, detective," I replied in a breezy tone. "I just don't let it keep me from doing what needs to be done. That would be weak, and I'm not weak. Haven't been in a long time. "
"No, weak is one thing you're definitely not. " Donovan eyed me. "You may be retired, but you really haven't changed at all, have you, Gin?"
"That depends on your definition of change. Am I suddenly going to morph into a soccer mom or a bleeding heart who lets people walk all over her? No, and I don't want to. But I've reevaluated my life, my priorities, and I've decided to change them accordingly. That being said, if somebody pushes me, comes at me like those two clowns did, I'm going to push back - three times as hard. Being an assassin has been my way of life since I was thirteen, detective. I'm not going to forget what I did for the last seventeen years just because I'm not doing it anymore. "
"I see. "
This time, the disappointment was as sharp as one of the silverstone knives hidden up my sleeves. Donovan Caine still wanted me, but he wanted his conscience to be clear about it too. I wasn't the only one who needed to change.
Caine cleared his throat. "You know who the blond kid is?"
"Jake McAllister. Jonah McAllister's nearest and dearest. The giant cop told me - then asked if I still wanted to press charges. "
Donovan looked at the cop, who could be seen standing on the sidewalk through the storefront windows.
"Xavier? He's a good guy. Probably thought he was doing you a favor, letting you know about the kid and his connections. Because Jonah McAllister isn't going to like this. He could cause a lot of trouble for you. "
"If he does, I'll handle it the way I always do. Quickly. Efficiently. Permanently. "
"The way you always do? I thought you were trying to change. "
"I am," I replied. "But white trash is still white trash, detective. Nobody comes into my restaurant, tries to hold up the place, and threatens my customers. I don't care who his daddy is. "
We stared at each other. Not for the first time, I longed to draw the detective close, to pull his lips down to mine and see if the sex would be as hot and hard and good as it had been before. We'd certainly have more room to maneuver on one of the tables than we'd had in the supply closet. Mmm.
But I wasn't going to make the first move. I'd done that before. If the detective wanted me, he could let me know.
But he didn't.
Instead, Donovan Caine stared at me, his eyes tracing over my features, as if he was memorizing them. As if he was never planning on seeing me again. Maybe he wasn't.
The idea made my stomach twist, but I kept my face smooth and expressionless. I hadn't survived this long by wearing my heart on my sleeve. I didn't plan on doing it now. Not even for him.
Finally, Donovan held out his hand. I took it. His fingers felt hard, strong, capable against my own, and the heat from him warmed my whole body. Donovan dropped my hand like it burned him. Maybe it did, to want me so much, the woman who'd killed his partner.
I'd heard the detective say once that you didn't fuck your partner's murderer. But he'd done it - twice - and enjoyed it. And he still hated himself for it.
"Take care, Gin. "
"You too, detective. You too. "