Supernaturally Kissed (Frostbite 1)

“Nope.” Kipp rested his feet on the console next to me. “Cole seems like a straight-up guy.”

I scowled at his feet, and if I could’ve pushed them off, I would’ve. What was he trying to do, ensure I remembered he was there? As if I could forget. Not responding to whatever he was attempting to do, I said to Zach, “Cole’s a good guy.”

Zach shook his head slowly, buckled his seat belt and started the truck. “The nice ones are always the worst type of killers.” He glanced back at Kipp again. “Are we calling it a night?”

“No,” Kipp responded. “Tess is going to seduce him.”

I spun around to face Kipp, uncertain if I had heard him right and more than horrified if I did. “I’m what?”

“What’s wrong?” Zach asked.

“I’m not seducing anyone.” I glanced back at him and as I suspected, the hardness in his eyes remained. As cold as a winter’s morning and the hard look sent a shiver of unhappiness straight through me.

“You will,” Kipp responded in a curt tone.

“Seduce someone?” Zach repeated in blatant confusion and he turned in his seat to look at me better.

“Cole has made plans with a buddy to go to Coyote Ugly tonight. We need you to try to pick him up.”

I couldn’t believe what he suggested. He had to be out of his damn mind. “You want me to flirt with a killer?”

“Will someone tell me what is going on?” Zach sighed, clearly frustrated.

Kipp shook his head. “I doubt he’s the killer.”

Sure, he appeared confident, but it did nothing to reassure me. “And how can you be so sure?”

“I’m a detective.” Kipp shrugged. “Intuition tells me Cole isn’t our guy, but you can never take chances. We have to test him and see how loyal he is to his family.”

Insanity at its finest. “So what, you want me to go to a club and throw myself at him?”

“Ahh…” Zach drawled in understanding. “Now I see.”

Kipp’s eyebrow arched in the most arrogant of ways. “That’s the idea.”

Zach nodded. “Might just work.”

They weren’t thinking straight. The situation might have been normal for them, but I wasn’t a cop. I had never been brave and I definitely wanted no part of conversing with a killer. “But, but, but, what if he gets me alone, then guts me?”

Kipp’s eyes wavered in their harshness and amusement swam through their depths as the side of his mouth curved. “I’ll be with you to ensure that doesn’t happen.”

“Kipp will go with you,” Zach said in the exact moment.

Their determined expressions said my choices were limited and being backed into a corner wasn’t where I liked to be. My aggravation over the past days had reached its limit. “And just tell me, why should I do this for you?”

Kipp shrugged. “You did agree to help.”

“I never agreed to get involved and put myself in danger. Besides, you’ve been nothing but a total ass to me for days and I still have no idea what I’ve done.”

Zach opened the door in a jiffy. “Oh look, an elderly woman needs help crossing the road. Best I go help her.” He was out with the door closed behind him in a second flat.

I didn’t have to look to see there wasn’t a woman there. Zach just didn’t want to face the impending conversation—the one that had been hanging over us sin

ce the day at the police station.

“About that.” Kipp gave a sweet-as-sugar smile. “I guess I should apologize.”

“Apologize?” I shouted. “You’re fucking kidding, right? You think that if you just say sorry it’s going to make up for it all. Oh buddy, you don’t know me well, but you’ll need to do better.”