Page 113 of One Killer Night
“Well, if he is,” I snark quietly as he begins giving directions, “I will happily trade him for being your sister because I bet he would have rented me a hotel room with his pot of gold.”
She narrows her eyes at me as we stand off in front of our bench, the fire feeling divine.
“Take it back.”
“Nope,” I shoot out, making her raise her brows.
“Okay,” she says with a shrug. “Then I won’t tell you what’s behind you right now.”
My eyes squeeze closed as my shoulders raise. “Evie,” I rush out, too scared to turn around because I know one of her cronies is waiting to make me soil myself. “I swear to god. I’m gonna tell Mom.”
She dusts off invisible dirt from her jeans before slowly sitting down on the log.
“I take it back. I take it back. I take it back,” I squeal, making her laugh as she looks up at me.
“Air,” she says matter-of-factly. “Just air, nerd.”
I let out a huge sigh of relief before I turn over my shoulder, only to jump out of my damn skin because my assumed Irish brethren is standing directly behind me. His green eyes are locked to mine.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp.
Evie laughs as the Eddie Redmayne look-alike grins while holding out his hand. “Nope, not him. I’m Remus, assistant to the host.”
I take a deep breath and shake his hand. “Goldie Monroe.”
He frowns. “I don’t remember seeing your name on the list. There’s an Evie Monroe ... What department are you with?”
I grin because I’m lying and that’s not something I’m good at.
“Research and development.”
He stares into my eyes, still holding my hand, before I have to tug it gently away as he tilts his head and smirks.
“Welcome to Camp Weonoke, Goldie. I hope it’s a weekend you’ll never forget.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Noah
The smell of eggs infiltrates my senses as I open my eyes, yawning and stretching from where I’ve been sleeping the last few days—Chase’s couch.
Princess is purring on my chest, content to stay there, before I move her off.
“You up?” he calls from his kitchen.
He’s letting me crash at his place until I find a new one, but all I’ve really been able to think about is the old one. Especially since we went back there yesterday to clean up the mess. I noticed her clothes were gone, and I couldn’t breathe. I just had to get the fuck out of there, so I locked up and left.
And I’m not going back.
It’s wild, because I’m glad she’s left. It’s exactly what I want. But it still makes every single moment of the day completely unbearable. With the exception of the three seconds or so when I first wake up—in that fleeting moment of time, I still think I’m going to open my eyes and see her smiling back at me.
“Omelet’s up,” Chase’s voice booms again. “And I think I found something.”
I sit up and run my hand through my hair before I pull my T-shirt over my head and make my way to the kitchen with my phone in hand, immediately taking the fork he’s offered to me.
We’re standing around the island eating as he speaks.
“Okay, so I was poking around the dark web ...”
