“Oh, good,” he says casually. “You’re here.”
He steps aside and gestures to the chair like he’s presenting a prize.
“This one’s yours,” he grunts as he lifts the chair…and man…back into a seating position.
“Sorry about all the blood,” Skip says. “I left the good bits for you, though.”
The man lifts his head just enough to look at me.
His eyes widen as fear settles in.
Good.
Because I walk forward slowly and crouch in front of him.
“You know who I am?” I ask quietly.
He nods weakly.
“Good.”
I lean closer so he can see my face clearly.
“Because I want the last thing you see in this world…”
My hand closes around his throat.
“…to be the man whose woman you tried to kill.”
Behind me, Skip exhales.
“Ah,” he mutters. “Now the fun starts. Where’s Bones’ toys?”
Chapter Nineteen
Tank
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to move in with you?” Abigail asks for the fifth time. “I can always take the house next door. It’s empty, right?”
“Abigail,” I warn.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” she sighs. “I just want you to be certain. I’m not sure my heart can take it if I move in and you suddenly change your mind. You never know, you might get sick of me or hate my quirks.”
“You don’t have any quirks,” I lie.
She works entirely too long and sleeps entirely too little. Those are her quirks. But she loves her work… and I love her.
So as long as it isn’t taking a toll on her health, I’ll deal with it.
I glance over at her as we walk slowly across the compound toward my house. Her leg still isn’t strong enough to move quickly, but she refuses to let me carry her like she’s made of glass.
“You really think I’d get sick of you?” I ask.
She shrugs, but the movement is small.
“You did once.”
The words land heavier than she probably intended.
