Page 11 of Sin Bin Daddies
Madeline.
Standing a few feet away, hands on her hips, smirking like she’s been expecting me.
I let out a breath of a laugh. “You stalking me?”
“Me? Please.” She grabs a napkin, twirling it between her fingers. “I bet you followed me here, didn’t you? Saw me almostdie and thought, ‘Damn, I should really keep an eye on this girl. She clearly needs supervision.’”
“Not wrong.”
She grins. “You into horror?”
“Love it.”
“Same.”
I tilt my head. “Slasher or supernatural?”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Slasher. Supernatural horror tries too hard. If you need a priest and a forty-five-minute Latin chant to kill a demon, I’m out.”
I huff a laugh. “Exactly.”
“Give me some campy bloodshed and bad decisions any day.”
“You’ve got good taste.”
“I know.” She leans against the counter, eyes gleaming. “What’s your favorite?”
“Classic?Halloween. But if I want to turn my brain off?Scream.”
Her mouth drops open. “No. No fucking way.”
I arch a brow. “What?”
“That’s my exact answer. Down to the brain-off part.”
“Shit,” I say, grinning. “Guess I should let you pick my lottery numbers.”
She smirks. “We’d be unstoppable.”
I glance at the screen above the register. “Which movie’s playing first?”
“Friday the 13th.”
“Solid start.”
She nods, satisfied.
“You here with someone?” I ask, keeping my tone casual, trying not to stare at the way her tank top hugs her chest.
She shrugs. “Nope. You?”
I shake my head. “Alone.”
Her smile turns playful. “Then we should be alone together.”
And fuck.
I don’t say anything for a second, because there’s something about the way she says it—something undeniable.
