“Love you.”
I pick up my book again and read until my eyes close.
Warren
Meet me at my house at 5. No heels.
I roll my eyes. Of course he’d say that.
Maisie
Are you gonna tell me what we’re doing?
Warren
Nope.
Maisie
How do I know you’re not going to take me out to the woods, force me to dig a six-foot grave, and push me inside it?
Warren
Because it’d take you the whole week just to dig the hole and I wouldn’t waste seven days on that.
Maisie
Are you calling me weak?
Warren
More like a city girl. You showed up on a ranch in six-inch heels.
Maisie
They were only four inches, thank you.
Warren
And my point is made. No. Heels.
I glare at my screen, hearing his grumpy tone in my head.
Maisie
Give me a hint.
Warren
I’ll have you screaming my name within a few seconds.
He’s gotta be fucking with me.
He knows exactly how that sounds.
Maisie
That only adds to my murder theory.