As I step closer, I realize that it well and truly could be a thing of the past. From the outside, the place looks like it’s falling apart.
Vex shines a flashlight, and I get an even closer look at the peeling wood, the weathered veranda. Carter Trescott wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this.
“What the hell?” I turn to him. “This is a joke.”
Carter shakes his head.
“I’m not going in there.” I come to a halt several yards away, feet placed firmly in the dry earth.
It’s a place fit for a serial killer.
And don’t even get me started on the location.
“How many dead bodies have you buried out here in the sand dunes?”
“Not as many as you’d expect,” Vex says.
Carter gives him a stern look.
“You should come inside,” Skipper says. “There’s a lot more going on.”
I turn to Carter for clarity on the situation, but his gaze remains forward. He sees me looking, I know he does, but he refuses to look my way.
Sons of Anarchy.
I wasn’t kidding when I said that earlier.
“Look,” Vex says. “You agreed to come home with us, didn’t you? If you want the money, you’re gonna have to come inside.”
“And what happens inside?”
Carter tightens his jaw and shakes his head at the other two.
“You’re making it look so appealing,” I say. “Should I prepare to take my last breath?”
“You’re not gonna die,” Skipper says. “But Vex is right. If you want the money, you’re gonna have to come inside.”
Carter looks at them again, but this time with a more settled expression. He doesn’t shake his head. In fact, this time he turns to me with a pained look written across his face. I’m almost convinced that he feels sorry for me.
Almost.
I look at my three very attractive suitors, dressed to the nines in leather and denim, and wonder how I got so lucky.
Carter Trescott was too hot to handle by himself.
And now he’s found himself some smoking hot friends.
Forget the millions of dollars. I’d jump into bed with them for free.
“You promise I’m not gonna die? Because I have family, you know. Not like I expect you guys to understand.”
Carter stiffens for a second and then steps aside to welcome me in. “Ladies first.”
I take my next few steps very carefully.
One, because I can’t see the ground below me.
Two, because I can’t feel my legs.
