Charmed (Death Escorts) by Cambria Hebert Read Free Book Online Page A

first time anyone ever snooped in my business. The first time the sight of my naked chest didn’t turn a woman into a puddle at my feet.
     
    But most of all…
     
    The first time I ever felt anything other than death in a very, very long time.
     

 
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
     
    “Vending machine - a coin-operated machine that dispenses merchandise.”
     
     
     
    Frankie
     
     
     
    Okay, so maybe breaking into his house wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done. But I did accomplish something. Besides getting scared to death, annoyed, and slightly turned on (just because he’s good-looking doesn’t mean I have to turn into some obsessive groupie)…
     
    I learned what he was up to.
     
    I should have known it wasn’t going to be something as simple as wanting to set up a legitimate residence.
     
    He had a new Target.
     
    A high-profile one.
     
    My hands curled around the steering wheel and squeezed until my joints ached. What was it with this guy? How could he be so casual about killing—about robbing someone of their life?
     
    I should have listened to Piper. I should have stayed away from him.
     
    But I didn’t.
     
    Now I knew.
     
    I couldn’t just let him kill her.
     
    The Jeep slowed as I pulled into the parking lot of a place I didn’t even realize I was driving to. It was one of my most favorite places ever. The Iced Princess. The Iced Princess was this completely posh, over-the-top bakery. They were famous here in Alaska for their cupcakes and all pink decor. Everything inside was pink—pink rugs, pink couches, and pink chairs sitting at pink tables.
     
    They had a bakery counter that would make anyone drool. The cupcakes were piled high with homemade icing and usually with some sort of edible decoration. Not every cupcake was pink, but they did always have their signature treat: Princess for a Day. It was a white cupcake in a hot-pink wrapper, piped high with pastel-pink icing and an edible sugar tiara balanced on top.
     
    They also had a coffee bar where even the paper cups were pink. The coffee was so good that not even the most macho of men cared to be seen with a pink cup.
     
    Charming probably wouldn’t be caught dead drinking from a pink cup.
     
    I pushed him out of my mind. I was taking a brain break from the killer.
     
    My sugar stores were running low and I needed an emergency pick-me-up. The Iced Princess was closed—they didn’t open until six a.m. for the coffee crowd, but I didn’t have to resort to breaking and entering again that night just to get what I wanted.
     
    I left the Jeep running and went toward the giant pink machine topped with a glittery tiara sitting by the front entrance. I checked out the electronic menu for my choices and couldn’t decide. I swiped my card and hit a button. Seconds later, I lifted the door on the front and withdrew a pink box. Inside was a chocolate cupcake. Then I repeated the process twice more and collected another two cupcakes. This time selecting the classic Princess for a Day and a Rock Me Raspberry flavors.
     
    I mean seriously.
     
    A vending machine filled with the best cupcakes on the planet? If I could figure out a way to tow this thing home, I would so do it.
     
    I stacked the boxes and climbed back into the Jeep, not bothering to wait until I got home. I needed sugar now. I opened up the Choc-o-holic cupcake and dug in.
     
    It was filled with fudge sauce.
     
    I groaned with joy. “Thank you, Jesus,” I prayed.
     
    After licking all the chocolate off my fingers, I backed out of the lot and drove home, eyeing the other two boxes the entire way. If that place was closer to my apartment, my fine balance between curvy and fat might be in danger.
     
    My brain break lasted until I arrived in the safety of my home, where I ate another cupcake. But it couldn’t last forever. I had a decision to make.
     
    I could forget I ever saw Charming today, forget I knew what he was planning.
     
    Or…
     
    I could make it my