Her Fatal Valentine, Part 1, by Cathy Perkins
“This is going to be a killer night.”
Kyle Bennett gave the room one last inspection. Candles flickered on the tables, the mantle. Flowers—roses that cost him a minor fortune—filled a vase. Music he'd pulled out of Lauren's stash played through the speakers. Steaks marinated in the fridge alongside the champagne and strawberries.
The small jeweler's box was stuffed in his pants pocket.
He'd pulled out every chick cliché he thought might make Lauren happy. He wanted this to be a Valentine's Day to remember. One she could tell her girlfriends about when she showed off the rock on her finger.
He moved to his bedroom and made sure the gym socks were in the hamper and the lid was down in the john.
Awesome sex was definitely in order tonight, too.
He was looking for clean sheets when the doorbell rang.
Damn. He glanced at his watch. What a time for Lauren to decide to be not just on time, but fifteen minutes early.
He gave the bed another assessing look. The sheets were pretty clean.
There was always the sofa.
Location didn't matter.
Wearing his best smile, he crossed the living room and opened the door.
His smile faded. “What are you doing here?”
Then he noticed the pistol.
It was the last thing he ever noticed.
Don’t forget to come back for Part 2 of Her Fatal Valentine on Wednesday, February 6.