A couple whistled.
Time stood still as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he drew her close. One of his hands so close to her ass, but teasing at the base.
He pulled away, dropping another kiss to her lips.
Lemon slowly came to her senses, realizing she was still in the supermarket, and they were not at home.
“What was that for?” she asked. “Not that I’m complaining.” It was her workplace, so in a way, highly inappropriate, but she couldn’t deny that it made her toes curl and her heart melt.
“I wanted to come and see you,” he said, tucking some hair behind her ear.
“You did? You were at work?”
“Yeah, I was out running errands.”
“What kind of errands?” she asked.
“Work stuff. Totally boring. I missed lunch, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t come and kiss you.” He took her hand, locking their fingers together.
Lemon glanced past his shoulder to see Cindy with a couple of her friends, laughing.
She pulled away from Nate. “Well, it was good to see you. I’ll talk to you later?”
He stared down at her, and she had no choice but to keep his gaze. “What’s going on?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“That is not nothing, Lemon. Those women giving you a hard time?”
“No. I am left alone.”
Nate shook his head, reaching out to her. “Don’t lie to me.” He drew her closer to him, his hand on her hip. “Talk to me.”
“It’s nothing. They … I don’t even know what the hell is going on. The whole cursed-houses thing. One of the women came and asked if we were dating, and I let it slip we were, and she made some disparaging comment about how I’m way out of your league.” She shrugged and held her thumbs up. “All in a day’s work, right?”
He shook his head, and the glare he sent down to the women had Cindy and her friends moving on.
“Hey,” Lemon said. “It’s fine. I don’t care.”
“Lemon, you look miserable. I’m not having that.” He cupped her face, tilting her head back. “You are a wonderful, beautiful, sexy woman. They’re just jealous bitches, and the truth is you’re way out of my league. You shouldn’t be looking at a guy like me.”
“What? A guy into security?” she asked.
“We are very different people.” He kissed her again.
He always gave vague answers. They were starting to wear a little thin. Six months, Nate knew more about her than anyone else. She shared her sewing journey with him. She cooked for him.
“I’m looking forward to our date tonight,” he said.
“Me too.”
“The red dress?” he asked.
“The red dress.”
He pulled her against him and kissed her.
With one touch and a kiss, he helped to make her forget her own senses. After running her hands up his chest, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back with a passion.
She wished she wasn’t at work.
Someone cleared their throat, and Lemon had no choice but to step back.
“Tonight,” Nate said.
He was right on time.
Chapter Five
Disposing of a body was easy.
An O’Leaves hitman was an entirely different setup. Rocco had no choice but to come to town at a secured location, to check the body out, and then to make his decisions.
To send a message to the O’Leaves, a part of his body had to be removed, packaged up, and dealt with. After spending the morning with Lemon’s father, the only person he’d wanted to see was Lemon herself. Seeing her upset had made him want to deal with the women personally. To hurt them, but he couldn’t allow his cover to be blown and dead wives would raise too much suspicion.