Page 68 of Sinners Retreat

She laughs for the first time since the crying fit, and I’ve never been more relieved to hear a sound.

“I’ve been alone a long time,” she says, then sighs. “I don’t mind it, but sometimes I get lonely. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have someone to call at the end of a long day.”

“Are you asking for my number, Kindra? How forward.”

She giggles, and it’s music to my ears. “Maybe I am. Do you think we could be anything outside of this place?”

“I think we could.”

Once we get past the whole I-killed-your-pedophile-brother bit.

She sits up and begins picking at the side of her thumb. “If that’s the case, there’s something you need to know about me.”

Now I can see her logic. Now I understand why she didn’t want me to tell her anything that could derail this train of paradise we’ve set rolling down the tracks. Because now I don’twant her to speak. Whatever dark secret she hides, let it remain hidden.

“I don’t want to know,” I say.

She ignores me and cocks her head to the side, then bites her lower lip. “I’m the Heartbreak Killer.”

If the flirty, drunken way she’s looking at me wasn’t enough to get blood to the down below, her words certainly do the trick.

I’ve been fucking my idol!

The killer I’ve been obsessed with, the murderer I’ve fantasized about meeting, has had my dick in her mouth.

I nearly come in my pants.

“You . . . are the Heartbreak?—”

“Killer, yes. Are you okay? You look a bit pale.”

“It’s just my British complexion. I’m perfectly fine. Shocked, but fine.” I run my hands through my hair and look at her again. “TheHeartbreak Killer?”

She nods and sits back on her side of the bench. In her inebriated state, she nearly topples to the porch. I catch her arm and pull her forward again.

“Maybe we should get you to bed, HBK.” I help her to her feet, and she leans against me.

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like such a terrible idea.”

Once inside, I help her undress and ease beneath the sheets. Being a good boy is difficult, especially when her perfect nipples brush past my lips as I’m helping her out of her swimsuit, but I remain steadfast. And painfully hard.

“Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” she asks through a yawn.

I sit on the edge of the bed and run my fingers through her dark hair. “Of course I can.”

“I think I’m ready to hear whatever you have to say now,” she mumbles. “Even if it’s something bad, I’m too exhausted to care.”

“It’s not something bad,” I say, and I’m not being dishonest. It’s not bad.

It’s horrible.

And now I’ve lost the courage to tell her I killed her brother, so I say the only other thing that comes to mind.

“Kindra, I’m beginning to fall in love with you.”

She replies with a soft snore.

Chapter Twenty-Three

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