“My name is Gin, and I kill people.”

“...he was muttering my name over and over. Gin, Gin, Gin. Like it was some sort of prayer—or a curse. Sexiest damn thing I’d ever heard.”

“That’s hard core, Gin,” Finn replied. “Very hard core. Kind of kinky too.” A grim smile tightened my lips. “That’s me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.”

“You're late.""Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.”

“Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said.“This was a Fiona Fine original.”

“Gin! Gin, are you here?”“Right behind you,” I said.Finn shrieked and whirled around. I winced at the high-pitched sound.“Dammit, woman.” He clutched the folder to his chest. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?”