Pete grumbled. And swore. And flipped open his cell phone and called Blakely. Guys, I'll never understand them. They can be snarling at each other one minute and best buds the next. Though, as I listened in on the conversation, I could hear a lingering tension between them. Pete disconnected the call and then turned his car around and headed back toward the city. I bit the inside of my cheek in order to hold back the triumphant smile gurgling inside me. He might have changed his mind if he'd seen me smirking like that.
"I'm not going to take you to Mr. Fu and have no one know where we are. Unlike you, I don't enjoy taking needless risks," he explained. He was frowning so hard I would have leaned over and kissed him if not for the stitches in my stomach that had made leaning nearly impossible.
Thank goodness for those stitches.
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Birds in Paradise
Mystery / ThrillerA street-savvy P.I. with a big heart. A missing sister. And a hunky detective who is nothing but trouble. Things are about to heat up in Honolulu! (short novella-length cozy mystery)
