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He nods again. “Yeah, just sulking because we keep getting interrupted.”
I huff a laugh. “Maybe next time we go hang out in the middle of the woods.”
He purses his lips. “That’s not a bad idea.”
Chapter 60
Kendra
“Uh, you sure this is a road?”
He hums. “Technically… yes.”
I eye Luther as the truck continues to bump alongthe roadthat is actually just a pair of tire tracks worn into the dirt, heading through a field, toward the forest. “Is this where you reveal you’re going to murder me so no one will ever know what we did? Because I’m telling you now, I will haunt you. Hard.”
As I’d hoped, Luther smiles. “How exactly do you haunt someonehard?”
I sigh. “So much to teach you.” I turn in my seat so I’m facing him. We’re still bouncing downtheroad,but we’re going about ten miles an hour, and there is literally no one and nothing out here, so I’m not worried about an accident. “It’s like those episodes ofGhost Hunterswhere?—”
“Episodes of what?”
I blink at him. “Ghost Hunters. The TV show.”
“I gathered that much.” He lifts a brow as he glances at me.
“You’re so uncultured.”
Luther laughs. Really laughs. And the heaviness that had been filling the truck vanishes.
I don’t know what happened back at the bake sale, but when Luther came to get me, something wasn’t right.
I didn’t want to press it. I’d already asked him, twice, if everything was okay. And he said it was, so I left it alone.
Luther knows he can talk to me.
Or at least he should know.
Later. We can have a serious talk later. For now, we’ll talk about ghosts.
“So,you’re saying if I murder you, you’ll fling knives out of kitchen drawers.”
I cross my arms. “You’re acting like that wouldn’t be terrifying. You could lose a toe, Luther. Do you have any idea how much you need your toes for balance? You’d have to go to physical therapy.”
Luther shakes his head. “The way your brain works…”
“Pretty amazing, I know.”
He turns his head to look at me. “You are pretty amazing.”
I stare at him.
It’s a simple compliment. Just repeating what I said. But, like everything Luther says, it sounds like he means it.
There’s nothing empty in his words.
Not ever.
I feel my smile soften. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
