Page 14 of Until Death Parts Us

I drop my bag on a small, worn out loveseat, then take the groceries to the kitchen. It’s a tiny room, but there’s a fridge and a stove, so I won’t complain.

After I put the food away, I start looking for chopped wood to get a fire started.

“God, so much space,” I hear Kaspian say as he comes inside. “That RV is getting old fast.”

“Well, you wanted to do this trip,” I shout back, gathering some logs from a pile near the back door.

“I’m still having a good time,” he says, dropping his bags to the floor as I enter the room.

“I hope so.”

“We’re surrounded by forest out here,” he says, his tone giving away his excitement. “Lots and lots of land. Some lakes. I hear it’s got some popular hunting grounds.”

I toss in the logs and turn to face him. “We have to be more careful this time.”

He sighs. “Nobody is going to find us. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“It’s good to be careful.”

“It’s a little less exciting.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Is that right?”

Kaspian comes over, pulling my arms down and holding my hands. “I’m not saying you’re not exciting. You excite me very much.” His lips land on my mouth.

“Mmhmm.”

“But don’t you ever just want to act in the moment? No pre-planning and worrying about cleaning up and disposing of bodies.”

“Those things are necessary, Kaspian.”

“Yeah, maybe if we’re at home.”

I roll my eyes. “I thought you liked the hunt. Watching and waiting.”

“I do, but I can watch and wait for twelve hours, then I can just do what I want and walk away.”

I cluck my tongue. “Dangerous waters.”

“You think I’m afraid of danger? I brought you into my life, didn’t I?”

I sigh. “Can we get this fire started and eat some dinner?”

“Fine,” he says, turning around to head to the kitchen. “But don’t think I’m done.”

“Of course not,” I grumble, turning to grab the matches from the mantel.

Once the fire is lit, I help Kaspian in the kitchen so he doesn’t burn any of the food. I fry up some breaded chicken breasts while Kas stirs the pasta. With a little marinara sauce and mozzarella cheese, the meal is complete.

Kas pulls out a bottle of wine and sets it between us before looking through the cabinets. He comes back with two mugs.

“So, are we going out tonight?” he asks, opening the bottle of wine.

“We can. Do you know what’s around here?”

“Campgrounds. Not a whole lot, really. I figured we could play it by ear. Just go out and see where the wind takes us.”

I study him for several seconds. “That’s the excitement you’re looking for?”

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