Page 24 of Touch Her and Die
My shadow eclipsed the light in the room. I was certain she saw my shadow growing closer by the way she tried to move faster.
I stood over the woman I’d chosen. The woman that I was most likely fucked for choosing, but I would always choose her.
“You really need to stop running from me or I’m gonna have a complex.”
I listened to her labored breathing as she tried to push herself over.
Reaching down, I placed my hands around her hips and grabbed her up.
“Why would I care what you think? You had me drugged,” she shot back.
I pulled her in close and the way she tried to push me away? It was entertaining by how clear it was the drugs hadn’t fully run their course. If she were any other woman, I’d almost feel bad. But she was mine, and she’d make me pay for it later.
“If you would just listen, just once, you wouldn’t be in this position, now would you?”
She shut up and lay her head against my chest, and the fucking hole she’d punched straight through to my heart closed a bit, as if it liked the way she relaxed into my hold. I wasn’t stupid. I know that the odds were she wasn’t giving up. Not for long. That was certain. She wouldn’t give up this easy. I doubted she even knew what give up meant.
“I hate you so much,” she said, but she wasn’t moving.
I turned around with Halle in my arms and headed towards the door.It was time for the next step in my plan to keep the one thing that could break me safe.
“Parks, here.”
A backpack was thrust at me.
“You taught me well big brother. Don’t role your damn eyes at me. A getaway pack. She’ll need water and pants.”
Drunkenly, she grabbed for the bag. It was cute seeing her try to be in control. And it was cuter that I was winning for once and from the sound of the growl escaping her lips, she didn’t think it was amusing.
“Pants. What is everyone’s obsession with pants? Haven’t you ever heard that you catch more flies with honey?”
I narrowed my gaze.
“You aren’t catching flies, princess. I’m already caught, and I’m all you need.”
Nate opened the door, and I headed out.
“All I need? You assume I’ll share you with your new fiancée?”
The door behind me closed faster than I could get my ass out of its way. Fucking Nate. I headed down the hall trying to hide my irritation with her. With the shitty situation we were in.
“No answer, Parky-poo?” she asked.
The muscles of my jaw grew sore.
“What do you want me to say? You know that I won’t marry her. But if you don’t stop getting in these scrapes, I am never getting a chance to fix this.”
I swear I could feel the tension in her body coil even tighter.
“What happened in the cemetery? I’ve gone there to talk to my sister for years,” she said.
Her sister? That made a little of the puzzle click into place.
“We need to circle back to sister. But you need the immediate info. They know you got away. My uncle, the sweet man he is, never intended to let you go. Burning the bodies at the warehouse didn’t fix shit. They knew you weren’t there.
“And that’s a problem because Uncle hates me for killing his son?”
I took the stairs, not wanting to get stuck in a fucking elevator right now.
