Once or twice was one thing, but after that it might stop being funny. Not that almost being burnt alive was amusing. My mother would have said it was character building. She might be right, but how much more character did I really need?
"I can't believe he didn't bring marshmallows at least," I added.
"Now I'm really offended on your behalf." Leif grinned. "All of that and no marshmallows. He really wasn't thinking straight."
"That's an understatement," I said. Except I got the impression hewasthinking straight, in a fucked up kind of way.
"He's not going to go after Harlow and Archer, is he?" When it sunk in who really killed his father, he might switch his attention to them.
"Unlikely," Forrest said. "Harlow? Chances are she'd kill him first. Archer too. Not to mention, he understands if they killed Wolfgang, they had good reason to do it. Harlow St. James is many things, but reckless isn't one of them."
"So he didn't believe I had a good reason to do it myself?" I asked.
"Of course you did," Forrest said. "But he didn't come to that conclusion yet. Woody is many things. Reckless is absolutely one of them."
"I noticed," I said dryly. "Maybe someone could prescribe him some chill pills. Maybe a knife shoe to the nuts."
They both laughed at that.
"At some point, Woody's going to have to understand we're all on the same side," Forrest said. "When he does, he'll settle down. You two might even like each other." He leaned over and spoke softly in my ear. "He did make you wet."
My face heated, both at the memory of the kiss with Woody and the fuck in the shower. I was a little sore from Forrest's cock, but in the best way possible. These two might ruin me for anyone else ever, and I was here for it.
"I don't know," I said, "but I think there might be a bit of a difference between being turned on by someone and them wanting to kill you."
Forrest replied, "There's a fine line between love and hate. I've seen the books in your apartment. You enjoy some enemies-to-lovers romances."
"Is that what this is? Usually they just dislike each other a bit," I said. Then eventually they'd fuck and realize they loved each other. I wasn't sure I'd have that kind of revelation with Woody. Fucking him though? The idea shouldn't have been as compelling as it was.
"Woody can be literal," Leif said.
"Yeah, I got that." I pushed hair off my face. "I like friends-to-lovers too."
"Me too," Leif said. "I'm reading an MM baseball romance you might enjoy. It's pretty hot. Not as hot as you two, though."
"That bar is extraordinarily high," Forrest said modestly.
"You read romance books?" I asked them both.
"I do," Leif said.
"I don't usually have much time to read for fun," Forrest admitted. "I’ve read enough to have an understanding of what women really want."
"The perfect book boyfriends," I said with a sigh. "On our way to kill someone." What more could a girl want?
"That sounds like us," Leif said, grinning over at me. "Looks like someone is actually waiting."
Woody was leaning against the front of a building in the deepening shadows, his arms crossed, customary scowl on his face.
"What's she doing here?" He jerked his head towards me.
"Same thing you're doing here," Leif said.
"Being exceptionally smart and attractive," he said, smirking at me.
"Exactly," I said lightly. "You don't have the monopoly on either of those things."
He rolled his eyes and smirked. "That smart mouth is gonna get you killed someday."
