Leslie Langtry - ‘SCUSE ME WHILE I KILL THIS GUY!

A KILLER DATE

“Okay, we want details!” I sighed. “His name is Diego. He’s Australian. I met him at the bookstore.” “Ooooh! A man with an accent!” Liv squealed. My brother rolled his eyes. “And?” “Well, he’s gorgeous as all get out in that tall-dark-handsome kind of way. He’s very funny and smart and likes kids. Happy?” “What does he do for a living?” Dak asked. And there it was. The little thing I didn’t want to tell them. Why? Because there was a teensy, weensy chance that there could be, in the way distant future, a slight conflict of interest there. “He’s a bodyguard.” I couldn’t lie to them. “But I’m sure it won’t be a problem,” I rushed to add. “A what? Gin! Are you crazy?” Dak yelled. “Won’t be a problem! He just happens to be a bodyguard in a small city where my immediate family of assassins lives!” But really, how could that be a problem?