““Hawk ignored my glare and I knew he was doing this when he got close, hooked me around the neck, yanked me to his side and propelled me to the table, head bent to my ear where he murmured, "See you're stressy and in a bad mood." He lifted his head and I twisted my neck to look up at him and see he was grinning. "Just curious, but do you know how much contract killers cost and and, incidentally, would you have a recommendation?””
