Page 42 of Hunt for You

ME: Do those include chasing me and railing me against a tree? Because I’m up for that.

CAIN: Such a flirt. Patience.

ME: I don’t have time for patience. Imminent death, remember?

He didn’t answer that one right away and I was frustrated. Because Iwantedhim. I’d known this whole game would turn me on, but I hadn’t ever had a dream that graphic and…hotbefore.

ME: Suddenly shy about the death part?

CAIN: No. Working. You aren’t the only thing in my life, Princess.

ME: Apparently not. You have my phone as well. Why?

CAIN: I needed to do some research. Don’t worry, you’ll get it back.

ME: Next time, just ask. You don’t have to steal. I’ll let you have anything you want.

CAIN: Temptress. Is that a challenge?

ME: Try me.

CAIN: I plan to.

ME: I look forward to it.

CAIN: You need therapy.

ME: You are my therapy.

CAIN: Well then. You’re fucked.

ME: I hope so.

ME: Now come get me.

ME: Please?

ME: You like it when I beg, don’t you?

ME: Cain, where are you?

ME: Anything. I’ll give you anything. All you have to do is show up.

ME: God, you’re annoying.

ME: Also hot.

CAIN: Not as hot as those rotisserie chickens you’re standing next to.

I gasped and looked up from the phone, scanning the entire deli and produce section where I was shopping. I turned a full circle, but there was no one in sight that could evenmaybebe Cain.

ME: Where are you?!

CAIN: I told you. Even when you don’t see me, I see you.

ME: Well, I hope I’ll see you at the river park. That’s my next stop. For a picnic. All by myself.

ME: You’re welcome.

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