Page 60 of Right Number, Wrong Man
“If you know what’s good for you, you’re gonna stop givin’ me those eyes, Spitfire,” he rumbles.
A twist of heat blooms in my center.
“What’s wrong with my eyes?” I choke out breathlessly.
I bump backward into the door and my heart flutters like a bird as he braces his hands on the wall by my head, caging me in.
I must be more wasted than I thought because this feels like a hallucination. Should I slap myself or?—
Colt’s face falls like he’s seen a ghost. He straightens, then his brows scrunch and his teeth grind, a muscle at his jaw twitching.
Oh, no. He looksmurderous. He always kind of does, but this is worse than usual. His cold, blue eyes practically scream “I already know where I’ll bury your body.”
Shit, that’s it!
Colt is going to kill me.
All these years, he’s been stewing in his hatred for me, waiting patiently, plotting my demise. And now he’s going to do it. Winning my trust was probably part of his plan to humiliate me before he shoots me with his nameless pistol. I bet he’ll laugh while he watches me bleed out.
“Don’t. Move,” Colt growls.
Joke’s on him, because I couldn’t move if I wanted to. Fear paralyzes me.
In movies, I hate the heroines who freeze when the killer comes at them, but I’m a hypocrite. It turns out I’m no better. Everybody in the theater would be booing me if they saw this scene playing on the big screen.
Colt reaches out in slow-motion and my brain shouts to run, but my legs still won’t budge.
If I call for help, would Sara Jean and Earl hear me this far into their massive garden?
Wait, I’m stupid. I bet his parents are in on this and that’s why they invited me back! They blame me for Mike’s death after all and now they’ll make me pay.
Murder as a wholesome, healing family activity, yay!
My lips wobble as I imagine my bloody fate. The Walkers will chop my body up and bury me in the garden. I’ll be fertilizer for the veggies they gift to their neighbors and nobody will ever know what happened to me.
Or maybe they’ll do it Texas Chainsaw Massacre style. A slow-cooked Hailey roast, prepared with fresh herbs and gravy. Or how about some Hailey jerky, smoked to perfection. A Hailey bone broth, hearty and?—
Colt’s hand wraps around my wrist and I let out a bloodcurdling scream. He’s so strong, I don’t stand a chance when he yanks me toward him. Helplessly, I collide with his broad chest.
“Let me go!” I shout, battering him with my free fist, but it does absolutely nothing.
I’m like an ant fighting a giant.
Colt curses under his breath. He grabs my flailing arm and gently brings it behind my back. I expect it to hurt, but it doesn’t.
“Hold still, woman! What’s come over you?” he hisses.
I sob, bending my neck all the way to stare up into his blue eyes. “I don’t want to get eaten by cannibals!”
“Cannibals?” He sounds genuinely confused, but that must be a trick.
Does he think I’m too stupid to see through his plan?
“You want to murder me and turn me into BBQ meat!” I shout.
His mouth twitches like he holds back a smirk. “Wow, that’s a low blow. Just cause I’m from Texas, Leatherface must be my cousin, huh? Want me to get out the ol’ chainsaw and chase you through the dark garden?”
My pussy trembles like a traitor. I wish I could detach the thing around Colt.
