“This is the Landings Golf & Athletic Club.”
“And why are we here?” A worrying thought coursed through me. “Is this a brothel?”
“Dude, you need to let the idea of the brothel go.”
Dude?I had to hide a smirk. “Dude, this place is creepy. It’s also closed. We cannot break into this building.”
“I have zero intention of breaking into the building. I’m not an idiot.”
That was still up for debate. I didn’t back down. “What do you expect me to do here?”
“Can’t you just willingly follow me to where I want to take you and find out in ten minutes?”
“No. Do you even know me?”
“Not as well as I would like.” He wasn’t looking at me when he said it. His attention was focused on the building.
“Just give me a hint,” I pleaded. “I’ve watched far too many horror movies to let you lead me out there—what is even out there?—in the dark. I’ll never come back. I can’t bethatchick in a movie.”
“Who isthatchick?”
“The one who hears the strange noise in the house but goes upstairs to check it out instead of running to the car in the driveway.”
“Do you watch a lot of horror movies?” He was serious as he regarded me.
“Way too many for a guy like you to be comfortable with,” I said.
“Meaning what? How do you know I don’t like horror movies?”
“Do you?”
“No. I think the nudity and violence are gratuitous.”
I offered up a flat smile.
“I want to know why you believe that, though,” he insisted.
“You’re just not a horror-movie guy.”
“Okay, but if you believe that, then why are you worried about walking out there with me?”
I tried to think of a good response and came up empty. “Fine,” I said finally, resigning myself to my fate. “If you try to kill me behind that building, though, we’re going to have issues.”
He snorted. “I’ll try to refrain.”
To my surprise, he held out his hand for me when we were in front of the vehicle. I worried that my bright-pink cart would stand out in the empty parking lot, but he didn’t seem fazed.
I only eyed his hand for two seconds before I took it. “I’m serious about the killing thing. I’m not going to go down easily.”
I hadn’t meant to utter that double entendre. Even in the dark, I didn’t miss the blush coloring his cheeks. He’d heard it.
“I have zero intention of killing you,” he promised. “Just … try to trust me.”
I didn’t see that I had a choice. “Lead me to my doom.”
HE’D BEEN RIGHT. HIS IDEA FORa nighttime activity was glorious. I was still in disbelief ten minutes later as I eyed the grass.
“Is this seriously a professional croquet lawn?” I could not wrap my head around what I was seeing.
