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start my period in a week. If I don’t start it, I’ll take the test.”
    “I’m not mad,” he said.
    “I know. I’m not either.”
    “You should be. I might’ve just knocked you up, girl,” Miles laughed.
    “You don’t seem too worried.”
    “Shit, I’ve had worse happen to me… Besides…”
    “Besides what?”
    “Maybe raising a kid would be fun. I doubt it; it’d probably suck. But maybe?”
    “We barely know each other, but I know what you mean.”
    “I think things are going pretty smoothly.”
    “So we’ll continue to get to know each other?”
    “Yeah, girl. But there’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
    Wait, what are you doing ?
    “Like… Bad things?”
    Miles shook his head, “Nah. Nevermind.”
    “Were you in the army?”
    “I was a marine.”
    “How long?”
    “Long enough to say I saw some shit.”
    After that it was mostly silent. But it was never awkward, luckily. Even so, Miles took Alexandra home; dropping her off at her Hollywood apartment in his sports car. He pulled up to the curb and they could hear the cicadas creaking in the brush of the front yard. She turned and looked at him, smiling innocently, “I had a good time tonight, so…”
    “I’ll call you.”
    “Do you promise?” Her eyes widened suddenly, and she looked fearful.
    “Hey,” he stroked her cheek, “I’m a man of rules, and a promise is a promise. Of course I’ll call you.”
    “Soon?”
    Miles sighed and looked at his watch. This week he had three jobs. One he’d completed already. Tomorrow was his second, “How about tomorrow afternoon?” He had a mental image of him assassinating the man he was scheduled for tomorrow morning – he always preferred early mornings; it was much easier considering there was less traffic before the morning rush hour.
    “I’m going to work until four tomorrow, so afterwards?”
    “Sounds good.”
    They kissed, and everything felt good. It was all warm and fuzzy inside for Miles Rockland as he drove down Sunset Boulevard toward the Coast Highway, but there was a deep worry eating at him in the back of his mind. He couldn’t handle having a baby. He was an assassin, for god’s sake. It was no environment to raise a child, and the girl he’d potentially impregnated didn’t even know what kind of a man he really was… Which was also what was bugging him. She didn’t know he killed for a living. She didn’t know he was a stone cold assassin with one thing on his mind as far as his profession went – getting paid.
    She was about to find out, very soon.
    For better or worse.
    *

SEVEN
    His next target shouldn’t have been an issue. He wouldn’t have been an issue had Miles’ mind been one hundred percent in the game. Always focused, always zen. His practice and method, rather, was to wipe his mind of any thoughts other than the kill at hand. When he killed, he was efficient to say the least – he was a stone cold machine who could wipe out an entire office if need be… And if the price was right.
    But on this day in particular, there was something at the back of his mind. Behind the ruthless assassin’s barren mental landscape sat an image of a lustful brunette with large blue eyes and billowing breasts. As he sat perched in the Santa Monica mountains with his rifle scoped zoned into the kitchen of a man he knew nothing about, he was convinced that it would be a clean shot.
    So he pulled the trigger. And he missed.
    The shot went clean through the window of the kitchen, past the sink and countertop, and then it went whizzing on through the living room and out the opposite window into the brisk and breezy morning air. The target’s head swiveled toward the window and he ducked instinctively. His face was a twisted mess of confusion and terror.
    Miles began to sweat heavily. His breathing intensified and he reacted by scurrying down the sloping hill toward the house. By now, the man would be crawling to the phone to dial the police – or worse, he had