“We’ll deal with Victor.”
I deflated and dropped my chin to my chest.
“Everyone keeps saying that, but they never tell me what they mean. Deal with him how?”
Teddy reached down to my knee and gave it a squeeze.
“We’ll do whatever we need to. That’s all you really need to know,” he said.
I looked up at him.
“So…kill him?” I muttered under my breath as if we were being watched.
“If that’s what it takes,” he said, and cold dread went right through me.
I knew Victor had put me through hell, but did he really deserve to die?
My gut told me yeah, he did. If he was ever going to leave me alone, he needed to die or I needed to run and I much preferred the first choice. Then again, did I really want someone’s death on my consciousness?
“I feel like…we need to change the subject,” I mumbled.
It felt wrong to even be discussing these things as if they were normal. As if they were legal.
Teddy chuckled and picked up his coffee.
“Sure. What do you want to talk about?”
“Anything but killing,” I replied a little too fast.
Teddy nodded and looked around. His gaze landed on my mixing bowl.
“What are you making?” he asked.
I shrugged.
“Not sure yet. I was going to make brownies, but I ran out of chocolate. Maybe I’ll make a blueberry cheesecake. I know we have plenty of blueberries.”
“You do?” Teddy asked and I stared at him smirking, but he looked back at me blankly for a second before it clicked and he slapped his forehead. “Oh my God. Please forget I asked that.”
I laughed and promised to forget but I was sure I’d tease him about it at some point in the future.
“Can I help?”
“Help?” I asked.
“With the cheesecake? I’ve never made it. And I’ve missed working with you.”
I smiled and dragged him to the other side of the kitchen island so I could walk him through the process.
“It’s super easy,” I started, and walked him through how to crush the Graham crackers and create the base on the pie tin.
I watched and guided him where needed. It helped distract me from what had happened with Dare and me, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have flashbacks to last night and everything we’d shared.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Huh?” I blinked as if I’d just woken up but really I was pushing down the memories so I could regain my composure.
“You look distracted.”
