Tell Me What Is Priceless (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free

favorite color?”
    “I think for colors I like red with black, blues, and natural shades of rich, dark wood. You?”
    “The same,” replied Blaze. “If nothing else, this game lets us know what we have in common.”
    Zar’s phone chimed, and he pulled it from his pocket, flipping it open. “What? I’m off for the weekend. Why are you bothering me?” He listened and then replied, “Oh, Mason, I’m sorry. Get him to the hospital, and I will be there in a few minutes.”
    Zar shut the phone and pulled out a piece of paper. “Write down your phone number, and I will call you in the morning. Please? I am going riding in upstate Connecticut, and I would love to spend more time with you. It will be a great ride. The sights are amazing this time of year. A friend’s son just fell and got hurt. He is highly claustrophobic and crowded places make him crazy. I told him I would go to the hospital with him.”
    Blaze jotted down her phone number and handed it to him. “As I said, I would like to go for a ride, but don’t get your hopes up for any extracurricular activities.”
    Zar leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “I won’t. Thank you. It has been a pleasure, Blaze. I will call in the morning. Good night.”
    Blaze waited until he was gone and then went to find Nancy. She tapped her on the shoulder. “I’m going to head home. I’ll call a cab. I’m tired, and I have had enough.”
    “But the night has just gotten started. What is his name? Is he meeting you somewhere?”
    “His name is Zackery Andrew Russ, and he is going to the hospital to help a friend. I am going home to bed. It’s been a long day.”
    Nancy rolled her eyes. “You sound like an old lady.”
    “I am an old lady, and he is going to call me in the morning to go for a motorcycle ride. I want to be well rested.”
    Nancy grinned and handed Blaze her car key. “Nicky will bring me home. Good night, old lady.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Blaze was dead asleep when Nancy shook her. She opened her eyes groggily. “What time is it, Nan?”
    “It is three a.m. I want you to look at this. You hit it big time.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    Nancy plopped down next to her and read, “Zackery Andrew Russ, alias Zar Russ. Owner of Russ Construction, zoned in all northeastern states. Russ is known to have done well with stock investments and mutual funds. He pays taxes on a regular basis and is a member of the Young Millionaires Club. Donates large contributions to children’s charities. Also an active financial member of D.E.L.T.A. animal rescue. Don’t you give to that, Blaze?”
    “Yeah, I do. It is a great cause, and they don’t put the animals to sleep. What are you reading?”
    “I sent my aunt in Washington an e-mail. When I meet a guy I am unsure of, she checks him out for me. This guy checks out great. I think you should fuck the shit out of him.”
    Blaze dropped back onto the bed and pulled the blanket up over her head. “Go to bed, Nan.”
    “I am leaving the file in your headboard if you want to read it. Good night. Have wet dreams.”
    Blaze threw a pillow at her as Nancy hurried toward the door. She was laughing as she flipped off the light.

Chapter 3
     
    Choey woke Blaze early, and she staggered out of bed, turning on the coffeepot as she headed to the door.
    Choey raced outside, bounding across the small fenced-in area after some invisible prey. Blaze laughed at her and went back inside to open up the doggie door. She stopped to pet Moosey and then went to take a shower.
    When Nan wandered upstairs, Blaze was sitting on the sofa reading Zar’s file. Nan grinned. “Interesting, isn’t he?”
    “Yes, he sounds like a saint. Aren’t these the kind of men who are usually serial killers or something?”
    “Oh, please. He’s not a killer. He’s just a nice guy with a lot of money.”
    “Nan, I don’t need money. I have my own.”
    “I know that, but it means that he doesn’t need yours either,” Nan said, bending