He placed a hand on the top of the doorframe and leaned in. Wow, he was tall. “Then tell us who you owe money to.”
“I don’t owe anyone money,” she replied, pressing her lips into a thin line.
“Uh, huh.” He reached out to take her hands and bind her wrists together again.
“Are you really going to keep my hands tied this whole time? What am I going to do? I’m assuming we’re in the middle of nowhere.”
Instead of answering, he took her by the elbow to lead her back to the chair in front of the woodstove. It had heated up nicely and she couldn’t help but let it wash over her.
Nice One approached and placed half a sandwich in her hands. Then, he took a piece of cloth and wrapped it around her head like a blindfold. Willow liked this one the most. He was more tender and would be the easiest to manage. Tricking Mean One would be preferable, but was going to take a lot morework. And seeing their dynamic, chances were that the jerk had the van keys.
“Thank you,” she said sweetly.
She couldn’t see, but heard the chair against the floor as he took a seat.
“I picked up some of your noodle shit,” Mean One said. “It was cheap and no one else had grabbed it. They all went for the stuff written in English.”
“Thanks,” he grunted.
That didn’t sound like a normal partner in crime exchange. “So, are you two friends or…” she tilted her head.
Nice One laughed. “Quiet down, pretty girl.”
Willow sniffed, still playing nonchalant. “What’s your favorite brand?” It was a risky question since they may realize where they knew her from if she brought up ramen. That had to be what they were talking about.
“Anything with spicy chicken,” he replied. He almost sounded excited.
She hummed, the corner of her mouth lifting as she took a bite of her sandwich. It was peanut butter and jelly. “Do you use the full sauce or only a little?” That shit was spicy.
“Christ,” Mean One muttered. “There’s two of you.”
“Full packet with cheese.” Nice One’s interest was piqued. He was so cute, all excited like this, especially for someone so big and scary. He would probably get along with Landon.
“That’s the way I like it too,” she said.
Once they finished eating, they put their masks back on and removed the blindfold. Apparently, they didn’t trust her not to peek.
The wind howled outside as the sun was starting to dip below the horizon. She wasn’t sure of the time, but it had to be getting close to the evening.
The lights flickered overhead, turning all their attention to the ceiling.
“What do we do if it goes out?” Nice One asked.
“There’s a generator that runs on propane,” the other replied, poking at the fire. “I’ll check how much is left. In the morning, one of us can drive down to find out if the road is clear. There’s no signal up here to check.” This cabin must belong to him. It was a nice place, if a little bit dated. The couch was an older style, and none of the decor looked like something a giant tattooed murderer would pick out.
He stood and gave her another assessing glare. “Maybe my friend can convince you to tell us more about you.” He made his way to the front door and groaned. “Stupid fucking wind.” Then he stepped out as a strong gust blew a few leaves inside before he could yank the door shut.
That left her alone with the easy one.
Chapter 11
Ryker
Ezra shouldn’t have left him alone with her. Every little flirtatious glance she kept throwing his way was quickly breaking him down. And he had just found out she likes the same fucking things! Why did he have to meet her like this?
“So,” he started, trying not to let it show how much she affected him. “Who are you?”
“How about you tell me something and then I’ll tell you something,” she replied with a hint of a smile.
