Seduced in New York (Sexy Spy Series, No. 1) Read Free Page B

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    As Kevin looked at his watch, I knew that the meeting with Mrs. Kolovos was on his mind. He tried to break away from the redhead’s embrace, but she protested and pressed him against the bridge, kissing him on the mont h.
    As her hands moved all over the man’s body, I wondered how Kevin would get out of this situation. The woman suddenly moved away from Kevin and walked away. What had Kevin said to make her go? I didn’t know, but I didn’t stop to wonder.
    I strode up the bridge, intending to put rest the matter between the two of us. As I walked toward him, I noticed how still he looked.
    As he slumped down, I rushed over. His eyelids were barely open. I felt for his pulse. It was barely there. What the hell had happened?
    As passer bys started to converge on us, I helped Kevin to his feet and mustered a fake smile to the onlookers. “Think my boyfriend had a bit too much to drink last night.”
    I moved off the bridge and leaned Kevin down against a tree.
    “Kevin, can you hear me?” I called gently, trying to awaken the man’s senses. But his eyelids closed even furth er.
    I leaned forward and kissed him. He didn’t respond. Thinking of something, I scanned my eyes across his arms. A large pin prick was visible on the right one. Having been in bed with him the night before, I was pretty sure that hadn’t been there.
    I felt the man’s pulse again and it was no longer there. Kevin was dead. I was shocked. I felt remorse. Sure, I was going to kill him, but I was at least going to offer him a chance, a chance that I offered all my clients before I killed them.
    Kevin probably wouldn’t have taken up the opportunity to come and work for us, but there was a slim chance that he would have. But now that he was dead this would, of course, be no longer possible.
    I looked around, seeing if I could spot the redhead. I couldn’t. She must have done this to him. It was the only thing I could think of. But why?
    As much as she looked as though she was in love with them, it must have been a cover up. Had she been sent by Troy ? Or was she working by herself?
    Whatever the case, it was time to move. Leaving Kevin by the tree, I walked away. There was nothing I could do for him now except find his killer.
    That wouldn’t be easy, especially if she was working with Troy . Regardless, it wasn’t time to think about that now. I had a date with Mrs. Kolovos.
    ~*~*~
    Upon reaching the airport, I headed toward the hanger where my contact was supposed to be waiting.
    After reaching it, I flung the door open, hurried in, and glanced around. Except for a white delivery van, it was empty. A man, wearing the uniform of a well-known cleaning service, leaned against the vehicle, his cap covering his head.
    I called out as I approached him. “Patrick!”
    The man glanced up and smiled. It was one of my best friends. I didn't have many, but at least I had Patrick. He was handsome, clean-shaven, and wearing a bright smile. His muscles bulged through the white shirt that he was wearing.
    I’d always had a thing for blonde-haired people, and in Patrick’s case it wasn’t any different. I hadn’t told him that yet, as I had only known him for just over a year and I didn’t want to let him know that I liked him.
    He probably suspected it through as he had often seen me when I walked past the gym where he worked out on my way to work. Being a huge car buff, he probably wondered why I stopped driving and had decided to mostly walk to work. God knows I don’t need the exercise. Even in my most plumpish clothes I look fitter than half the population out there.
    Anyway, whether or not he knew that I had a thing for him, he didn’t show it. He usually had a smile on his face though whenever I showed up, but not today. That was not a good sign.
    Patrick glanced at his watch. “You’re late.”
    “Relax, I’ve got plenty of time,” I replied.
    Patrick opened up the back doors of the van, reached in, and threw me some