Look at you ...Their future anguish is writing itself—laid out first in how he wants to kiss her so badly he can taste it.
He’s wanted it all night.
My eyes fix to where he’s grabbed her sweatshirt, stopping her retreat.Don’t be a pussy, just kiss her.
God, the way they stare at each other, always waiting for someone to call chicken, is transcendent.
It’s amusing how it seems everyone around them sees their compatibility, except for them.
She pushes him away, but he holds his spot, hope written all over his face.
Do you want him to kiss you, Evie? Or do you wish he’d fuck you again?
I wonder how you’ll cry when I slit his throat ...
My lips quirk as she pushes him away. But it doesn’t matter, because she is a forgone conclusion. Her eyes searched for him all night too. Discreet glances that went unseen.
Except I see you.
I never take my eyes off you. A good predator never does.
He takes a step back, nodding, retreating, but this isn’t the end. That’s what I know about him—he’s determined.
I can count on that.
The steadfast hero always there for scared little Evie, just waiting for her to see him for who he is. But a woman like her needs to feel safe enough to expose her vulnerability. And that takes time and maybe a reminder ...
Because they will fall.
And when they do, I’ll rip his heart straight from his chest so that Evie will feel like I killed her too.
Two birds. One stone.
And the cherry? She’ll never see it coming.
Chapter Eleven
Evie
I hate the dark, and I hate this set.
Because I’m standing in the middle of Frazier Park, which is a cold-ass forest, in the middle of the night, inspecting fake rocks that are hiding the fog machines—machines that keep malfunctioning and creating too thick of a haze over the Styrofoam headstones in this man-made graveyard.
Yeah. This sucks.
My radio goes off, so I reach down to silence it. Fuck, I’m in the worst mood, no matter if it’s Friday. Maybe it’s because after the dinner at Chase’s restaurant, I went home and drank a bottle of wine while revisiting every single moment before and after thealmostkiss.
Then repeated the overthinking over the next few days.
Shit. Why did I do that?
I mean, I know why—him and his moment ... I just need to make it another few weeks, and then I’m home free and safe from any more regrettable decisions.
Plus, since I’m on location for the next few nights, avoiding him should be easy.
My thoughts are interrupted by the Double D’s.
“Night shoots,” Devin says like he’s a rapper sayingWest Sideas he and his brother join me.
