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Wyatt blushes. He actually blushes and his smile turns boyish. “Yes. But not right away.” Collecting himself, he goes back to his trademark grin. “Once some time has passed, you can tell her all about your sexy husband and how he makes you come over and over.”
Now it’s my turn to blush furiously. “That’s not—we don’t—we don’t talk about that!” Not in detail, anyway. We did get drunk one night and, without oversharing details, agreed that sex is overrated and a woman can do the job herself in half the time and without all the fuss that comes with having a guy in bed. I had agreed wholeheartedly, but now, after the mind-blowing sex with Wyatt, I’m not so sure. Perhaps sex really can be what movies and books make it out to be. You just need to find the right partner.
“Sure, sure.” Wyatt chuckles, clearly not believing me. “Here.” He puts the massive bowl of popcorn into my hands before pointing at an armchair by the windows. “I’ll be right there. You better be careful with your words, cupcake, so I don’t have to,” he threads his fingers into my hair, “punish you.” Goosebumps erupt on my arms at the sensual whisper that carries just the right edge of threat.
I should be afraid. I really, really should. I’m alone in the middle of nowhere with a professional killer who could easily hurt me. Except I know he won’t, though he could still punish me, and my pussy clenches just thinking about what such punishment might entail.
Like I said, there’s something wrong with me. Damn if it isn’t fun, though.
Chapter 36
Wyatt
Sittinginmyfavoritechair, I pull out the half-finished blanket for Mrs. Wilkins. Officially, I’m keeping an eye on Amy, making sure she doesn’t say anything she’s not supposed to while she chats with Kayla, but I don’t think my supervision is necessary. It’s baffling, but Amy genuinely seems to like me, and I don’t think she would try to get me in trouble at this point. I’m staying, anyway, because I can’tnotbe around Amy. Plus, it will be nice to watch her relaxed as she talks to her friend. She’s still a little tense around me, probably afraid of triggering my “murder reflex”, or perhaps she’s just wary of showing her true self in front of me because that bastard Craig put her down one hundred too many times. God, I wish I had killed him!
Though I rarely watch it, I do have a television. Once Amy told me the name of the TV show she and Kayla watch, I got the subscription to the right streaming platform and set it up on the device, so all she has to do now is turn it on.
Beaming a smile at me, Amy grabs her old phone—the new one hasn’t arrived yet—and calls her friend.
“AMES!”
The loud shriek makes me wince. Damn, that woman has a piercing voice. Nothing like my soft, sweet Amy.
“Are you there, Amy? I can’t see you.”
“Yeah, I’m here,” Amy says. “Sorry, the front camera on my phone finally gave up. Can’t get it to work at all.”
It works just fine, for a banged-up, ancient brick of a phone, but it would be difficult for Amy to explain the change in scenery, so I told her to only use audio. Once some time passes from Craig’s death, I plan on making her say she started “dating”, but having a boyfriend one week after her previous one was killed would raise questions even with Amy’s best friend. Let alone moving in with said “boyfriend”. Or getting married.
I love that Amy wants to tell Kayla about me. Brag about me, even. I’m not gonna lie, it’s a huge ego boost, but I also like that she’s so accepting of our relationship. Not even in my wildest dreams did I dare to hope for her to accept me this quickly. Or to accept me at all. A part of me still worries that it’s a trick, a plot to get me to lower my guard. Except I don’t sense any deception from Amy. I don’t mean to underestimate her, but I don’t think she’d even be capable of concocting and carrying out some master plan to get me to—
To do what? I can’t even figure out what the goal of such a plan would be. To kill me? If Amy was truly a trained assassin sent to kill me, she would have tried already. Besides, there are easier ways to get rid of me. I’m careful, but I’m not invincible. A single bullet from a safe distance or a cut in a brake line of my car would do the job just fine. Besides, no one could have planned my irrational obsession with Amy. It struck me out of the blue, completely random. Counting on something like that happening would be the worst kill plan ever.
No, Amy’s affection is genuine. I might not understand her reasons, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. I’ll just keep quiet and count my blessings and all that jazz. I’m sure there are more proverbs applicable to my situation, but I can’t think of any right now.
“… phone of yours,” Kayla is just saying to Amy as I start paying attention to their conversation again. Truly, I’m the worst captor ever. “I’d offer you my old one, but I don’t want to get grumbled at again.”
Amy rolls her eyes. “I didn’t grumble. I just politely informed you that I don’t need anyone’s charity.”
That’s right, cupcake. You don’t need anyone’s charity because now you have me and I’ll give you everything your heart desires.
“Alright, alright. Sorry I care, bitch,” Kayla teases halfheartedly, making Amy snort. Kayla’s voice turns more serious as she continues, “Sorry about those late-night phone calls again. I was just really worried about you. How are you doing?”
“Fine. Really,” Amy adds at a disbelieving sound from the phone. “I know it’s early, but I’m over Craig. I mean, I’m slowly getting over Craig,” she corrects herself, rightly realizing that such a significant change of mind in such a short time span would be suspicious. “With everything he’s done, it’s not that difficult anymore.” Amy shares a look with me and I know she’s talking about the fact that Craig was a disgusting sexual predator, but Kayla doesn’t know about that and never will. It must be difficult to explain how you can be over someone you loved for an entire year so quickly without revealing the truth. “He…he cheated on me.”
“Yeah, I looked up the articles after you told me. What a bastard. I never liked him, but I didn’t expect him to be that much of a sleazebag. Or that he’d actually hurt you.”
As she absently touches the bruises around her temple, Amy’s look turns haunted, and I want nothing more than to drag Craig’s spirit here so that I could beat the shit out of him. I bet he wouldn’t be so brave when faced with someone his size. “Yeah, I…I didn’t expect that either.” Amy’s words ring hollow. “But I’m fine now. The bruises are almost gone. No headache, either.”
“Whew,” Kayla sighs in relief. “I was worried, you know? After I left. The doctor said you shouldn’t be alone in case you lost consciousnessand—”
“For 48 hours, Kay! I wasn’t supposed to be alone during the first 48 hours. I’m fine now. Besides, I’m not alon— Um, I mean I don’t have a concussion, so stop it. Seriously, you’re such a worrywart. Let’s watch the show before you develop an ulcer or something.”
“You’re the older one. If anyone’s going to develop an ulcer, it’s you.”
Rolling her eyes, Amy grabs the remote. “I’m older by two months, sis. You won’t be that far behind me when our old, frail bodies start failing us. Ready?”
“Nursing home roomies! And yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go!”
