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“Is someone lying in your back seat?” I ask. She glances over her shoulder. “Oh. Yeah.” My eyes shift back to hers. “I don’t like you enough to help you bury a body.” Billie grins, her teeth coming off a little vicious in the dark of night. “Fair. I won’t come knocking once I kill Patrick Cassel.”
“I’m going up to the barn to get coffee. I need to figure out where I’m going to stay,” she rants on, “because out of everything wrong with staying with you, the fact you don’t have any coffee is the most offensive.”
“I’m trying not to check out my future brother-in-law. You’re going to need to put up some sort of neon sign on the driveway if he’s going to waltz around shirtless like that. Smoke signals would be effective too.”
“I was engaged to Hilary. When I was younger.” Violet’s body goes rigid as she turns her entire frame toward me slowly. She says nothing, which I take as her giving me the opportunity to keep talking.
A sigh that leads him to pulling up his pant leg roughly, angrily, to show me the black prosthetic hidden beneath his pants. A sock covers his knee and disappears down into the plastic leg.
“You are not weak, Cole. I said you were one of the strongest men I know, and I meant it. Your leg doesn’t matter to me, and if it matters to anyone else, fuck them. They suck.”
Her warm body pressed into mine? It was like clinging onto a teddy bear for comfort. But I’ve never wanted to fuck a teddy bear.
“It was more like . . . purring. Like a kitten,” I continue. “Oh, god.” “Hey. I’m missing a leg, and you snore like a kitten. It’s all good.”
