Not helping.
Fox
How about this. When the request is revealed, you’ll at least give it more than a passing thought before rejecting it.
Cleo
Just what in the hell are you asking me to do?
Fox
You’ll see. Goodnight. Dream of me.
I swipe up and block Fox. This phone is so Helen can contact me, not her overbearing grandson.
Fox
Nice try.
Cleo
What the hell?
Fox
*winky face*
Cleo
You are impossible.
Fox
I’m aware.
Cleo
Good night.
Fox
Dream of me.
I drop the phone back on the charger and rub my hands over my face. This guy is going to be the death of me. Quiet life I said… then fate stuck me in the path of Fox Alderidge with a peace-out sign. I wave the one fingered salute back at her before doing exactly as he said—dreaming of him and all the wicked, wicked things he’s put in my head.
CHAPTER 29
FOX
My goal is to make her feel alive, but my methods might be unconventional.
The tracker on Cleo’s phone puts her a few miles from the house in the direction of the national park. I check in her bedroom, but the duffle bag is still there. Next, I check in the main house, unable to find Duke, so I guess that means she’s either made a run for it with my dog, or she’s taken him for a walk.
My grandmother perches on a stool at the counter, eating her breakfast. Next to her plate is another one wrapped in foil.
“Ready for your big date with Amalee tonight?”
I blank my features. “Yes.”
