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Also by Tracy Krimmer
The Mash-up Summer (Rewind #1)
The (Un)fortunate Fall (Rewind #2)
Circle in the Sand
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Booby Trap
Sarah Peis
Steam Level: 4 out of 5
About Booby Trap
Stuck in a tiny cabin in the woods with a six-foot something behemoth I never wanted to see again isn't exactly my idea of a good time. Then why can’t I seem to stay away from him?
To Mama – who loves kissing books as much as I do
1
The eency weency spider crawled up my kitchen wall.
Down came the broom and squashed it, hairy body and all.
Out came the vacuum and sucked up all the mess.
So the eency weency spider was gone in three seconds or less.
No judgment,please. I was terrified of spiders and living by myself. I had nightmares of a spider making its way into my mouth while I was enjoying the sleep of the misguided and reckless.
And I wouldn’t be able to stay in my apartment if I knew there was an eight-legged creature in the room. My spider-killing song helped to overcome my irrational fear of the tiny, hairy creatures. While I still had to close my eyes before I swung the broom, I was at least able to take care of the problem myself.
Once I’d done the deed, I put the broom back in its easily accessible spot next to the fridge and picked my grocery bags back up. I’d been on one of my rare outings to the supermarket. I hated shopping, and unless I ran out of coffee and milk, I wouldn’t voluntarily make a trip.
Normally I just ordered groceries online, but as usual, I’d been too caught up in work to remember. Hence my trip to hell, aka the supermarket.
When my phone rang, I debated not answering. I’d been getting weird hang-up calls lately, and considering who my family was, I had reasons to be worried.
I left my old life behind two years ago, but you never knew who would come crawling out of the bowels of Chicago’s underground. It would take them a while to find me in the small town of Ferguson, but it wasn’t an impossible feat.
And since my family’s style was more like “blow it up and see what pieces come flying out,” I knew it wasn’t them. They wouldn’t do creepy hang-up calls.
