Page 6 of Every Time I Go on Vacation, Someone Dies

“She wishes you’d disappear,” I mutter.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing. We’re late. You’re late.”

He looks past me at Harper, and I realize she hasn’t said a word.

“Harper,” he says, using his most charming smile.10 “You’re looking well.”

I can feel the blush spreading up Harper’s cheeks even though I can’t see it. It’s that way with people you know too well sometimes. Their reactions become yours.

“We should go,” I say.

“I need to speak to you, El,” Connor says.

“What about?”

He steps closer as Harper takes a step back, trying to fade into the background like I wish I could.

No such luck.

“I need your help,” Connor says.

“Why?”

He lets out a long, slow breath. “Someone’s trying to kill me.”

Wait, what?

WHEN IN ROME

[JACKET FLAP COPY]

TO CATCH A THIEF…

When Cecilia Crane goes to Rome for a one-month holiday before she starts her first job after college, she isn’t looking for anything other than good wine, pasta, and someone to teach her Italian. But then she meets the dashing Connor Smith, an American expat with an air of mystery who’s all too happy to show her around Rome and teach her everything he knows about his favorite city.

They fall quickly into a whirlwind romance, but there’s more to Rome, and Connor, than meets the eye. The city is gripped by a series of daring, unsolved bank robberies, and Connor’s been tasked by an insurance company to investigate them. Cecilia and Connor join forces to solve the case, but the more they dig, the deeper the secrets they start to uncover.

And then a body turns up at one of the robberies… Will Cecilia and Connor crack the case before it’s too late? Or will this Roman holiday be her last?

CHAPTER 2Justifiable Homicide

“Someone’s trying to kill me,” Connor repeats when I don’t say anything for longer than is normal for me.

“Are you joking?”

“I most definitely am not joking.”

My brain is whirring. I was just thinking about killing him and someone’s beaten me to the punch? Is this God answering my prayers? No, no. I’m going to hell for even thinking that. And Connor’s still here, alive. So my prayers haven’t been answered.

Not yet.

“Why would someone want to kill you?”

“I would’ve thought that would be obvious,” Harper says under her breath, but, you know, not that quietly.

Connor ignores her, intent on me. “I don’t know why.”