As far as he would know, Wynter was at peace.
“Can we keep that part from her husband? He’s already reeling over the death and cheating. This might end up as his thirteenth reason,” Julian stated.
Yeah, that was a good point.
“I’m good with that little white lie,” Honor stated. “Again, I don’t want to stand over another dead friend.”
Yeah, no one did.
“Ready?” Honor stated as she balled up her sub wrapper so they could go do what needed to be done.
Tori and Bishop were.
Only, Julian…
Not.
So.
Much.
His heart was racing a million miles a minute, and he just wanted their lives to go back to simple private investigator cases.
And to be safe.
Was that so much to ask?
* * * L I T T L E M O O N * * *
Pryce And Connor’s
Home
Same Time
Research
If anything, his wife’s ability to find the slightest detail was kind of sexy, and Connor wasn’t going to lie. Working with her was damn nice.
It wasn’t often that he got this opportunity. Most of the time, he worked with someone else, simply because Pryce had a business to run.
A lucrative one.
She’d taken the dying newspaper, a medium that not many wanted anymore, and not only that, but she’d made it come back to life again.
She was doing him proud, and he couldn’t help but love her and that tenacity.
His wife was one savvy businesswoman.
When she looked over, he was watching her, not the screen, and that clued her in that he was not working.
“Uh, you good, handsome?” she asked.
He laughed.
“I was admiring my wife. You’re beautiful,” he admitted, sincerely.
Because it was true.