TITLE: Thou Shall Not Kill
GENRE: Women's Crime Fiction
Wentworth is an undercover cop who believes Lily is a hitman in over her head. Lily believes Wentworth is a freakishly tall potential client.
He led her down the aisle toward the rear door. Once he had it opened he put his arm around her shoulders and they discreetly made their exit together.
They walked for some time. Lily knew the devil could look as inviting as an angel, but for the time being, she didn’t care. She wanted to trust the voice inside her, the one that said Wentworth genuinely cared. Her own arm was slung around the tall man’s waist.
“So, what are you doing on this side of town, if you don’t mind me asking?” Wentworth asked.
“I was just buying something for lunch. I work here.” And right after she said it, she pulled away from Wentworth, terrified, hands clasped over her big mouth. He’d disarmed her too much. She’d been too honest.
“What?” he asked, “What’s the matter?”
“What do you mean, what’s the matter? We can’t be doing this!” she said. “I’m the professional and you’re the, you know, client’s representative! You’re not supposed to know my real name or that I have a life outside of—outside of—my profession! You can’t bump into me around town and see me when I’m scared and dash to my rescue like some freakishly tall knight in armor!”
“Hey! Easy! Being freakishly tall isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Ever think I might be sensitive about it?”
“You’re not allowed to be sensitive!” Lily growled.
“What else aren’t I allowed to do, just so I’m clear,” Wentworth answered.
“Am I allowed to kiss you, for instance?”
But Wentworth did kiss her. And Lily kissed him back. It didn’t seem to bother Wentworth that Lily was a foot shorter. And when bending did get to him, he just lifted her off her feet.