Page 20 of Ruthless God

Unfortunately for me, my libido has joined the conversation. And let’s be real. It’s not exactly known for sound judgment.

Look at his big muscles.

He smells so damn good.

It’s been forever since you got laid.

That last one? That one gets me.

Before I even realize it, my spine straightens, my posture shifts like my body is suddenly remembering exactly how long it’s been. Damn it.

“Yeah. I know where it’s at.”

“Does that mean you’re going to come with me?”

“Yeah.” I pause. “But you better not, like, try to kill me or anything.”

“Scout’s honor.”

“Okay. Guess I’ll follow you there.”

“Smart girl.”

I snort. “That’s debatable. I’m in the blue Honda.”

“Noted.”

“See you in a few.”

I leave through the back door, but not before Jade gives me two thumbs up.

When I get in my car and pull around, he’s already in his, waiting. The windows are tinted, so I can’t see in very well, but I’m pretty sure he’s still wearing the mask. Weird, but whatever floats his boat.

He pulls out of the parking lot, taking a right. I follow him the entire way to the preserve. He goes past the main entrance, turning down a dirt road that I’ve never noticed before. My music plays loudly in my car as I follow him down the road that gets bumpier and bumpier with each passing moment. I’m just about to pull over and turn around when he comes to a stop next to a band of pine trees. I park next to him, bringing only my keys and phone.

He gets out of his car. Sure enough, he’s still wearing the mask. Before I can tease him about it, he opens his back door, pulling out a black duffel bag and a plaid blanket.

He turns to me and says, “Come on. There’s a perfect spot just through here where we can sit and chat.”

“You know, you’re not really doing much to help the whole serial killer vibe.” I gesture toward him. “Who carries a blanket and a mysterious black bag?”

“Like I said, I was a scout. I like to be prepared. And everyone should have a blanket in their car, especially living in Texas.”

I mean, he’s not wrong. The weather can be unpredictable in the spring and winter.

“Well, I suppose I’ll have to trust you.” I hold up my cell phone. “But don’t think I won’t call for help if needed.”

“Noted.”

I smile and take his outstretched hand. You only live once. Right?

4

Cecely

As we walk, I ask, “So why do you still have the mask on?”

“Is it bothering you?”

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