Tearing my bleary eyes from the scene unfolding on the ground, I look up and see Cormac standing just inside my patio, holding his arms up like I might shoot him next.
"Did I kill him?" I ask with a sob lodged in my throat.
Cormac looks down, relaxed now that I can finally register that he's there. "Him?"
I nod.
"Ummm. What? No, he's fine," he insists, his voice strangely high and falsely calm. "Look."
His booted foot collides with the man on the ground in a lazy, casual kick.
The cop quietly groans, but doesn't move.
"See? Fine," he walks closer. "Give me the gun, baby."
As soon as he's within arm's length, he gently pulls it from my trembling fingers.
"Look at me," he coaxes, his voice soothing and tender, making me obey without hesitation.
With his eyes locked on mine, he fires off two more shots.
"Now he's dead."
Chapter 24
Bunny Lines
BRIGIT
October 2021
“Itold you not to run," a warm voice floats through the air from my left.
I can't help the smile that pulls at my face as I turn to face him, "You also told me you'd catch me if I did."
Mr. Fomori holds his hands out to his sides, a performer waiting for applause, a tapestry of stars in the dark sky behind him his ensemble, "And here I am. You owe me a dance."
The rapidly cooling night air might be the only thing keeping me from overheating. Whether from the wine or the attention of a stranger who has no fear of literally tracking me down to follow through on a promise, I don't know.
Well, I do know, but I'd rather pretend not to.
"I don't think I agreed to that," I argue, looking down to hide my inexplicable smile and biting my lower lip to keep it in check.
He pauses for a second, "I don't think I asked."
This kind of demanding behavior should send me running for the hills. But there's something thrilling about being desired so wholly that propriety gets thrown out.
I would never go for it; not really.
I have someone. And our relationship, while maybe a little complacent, is safe. It's comfortable.
But I agreed to come here and play nice, so if a single dance with a handsome stranger is included in that, I'm never gonna say no.
"Fine," I concede.
He grins, holding out his arm like a gentleman but smiling like the devil.
Trying not to be too timid or show my inexperience with male attention, I roll my eyes and slide my hand into the crook of his elbow, pushing myself off the exquisite brick wall with my other elbow.
