“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.
The shower.
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.
