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Some people like small towns. Your sister is one of them, and there ain’t nothing wrong with that.
“Three weeks ago, I was leaving my apartment when I heard a scream. I went down the hall to a door that was partially cracked. I opened it right as a man slit a woman’s throat. He was wearing a mask. He ran at me, attempted to stab me. I moved out of the way, but the knife still got my arm. It’s mostly healed now, so don’t worry. It was evening so other people were coming home from work. Someone shouted and startled him. He ran off, leaving me with the woman as she died. I held her as she took her last breath. She’d clearly been tortured. All right down the hall from me.”
I bit back tears, not willing to go back to that place in my mind. Not willing to replay what the killer said to me. What I’d told no one.
do something fun. Be spontaneous. Be like your grandma, out there getting nekid.”
My family wasn’t necessarily rich, but we’d never hurt for money. If I ruined a piece of clothing, I never had to work to get another. I’d caused more damage than I ever realized.
The memory hit me hard. “Hunter! I was just joking!” Hunter shoved me back against an oak tree, his fist hitting me in the stomach hard enough that I threw up. I’d never seen him this mad before. He slammed me back up against the tree, his fist knocking straight into my jaw. My ears were ringing, my muscles going weak. I was drunk, and he was stronger than me. He lowered his voice, pulling me close. “If I ever catch you speaking to or harassing a girl like that again, I will bury you, Cam. Mama raised you better than this. No brother of mine will behave like that, do you understand?” I
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“I do want you. I want you like a garden wants the sun. When I see you, I can’t see anything else. I want you and no one else. Maybe I’ve always wanted you.”
Being spanked by a hot man wasn’t a replacement for therapy, but it damn sure felt like it at the moment.
“I’d bury him if we weren’t in the twenty-first century.”
A pretty woman who was sitting on one of the stools shook her head, giving me a knowing smile. “Think you have a keeper, honey.”
And the body in the front seat. “Fuck,” I breathed, shock settling in. Haley clung to me, a broken sob leaving her. “She was at the bar,” Haley cried. “She was at the bar. She told me you were a keeper. Now she’s dead. Why is she in my car?”
I worried about her worrying.
