"Probably," he says.
Their banter is cute and comfortable, and he doesn't seem the type to want to get thrills by spying on me with Enzo. Or helping him do that.
Maybe it is all real. Or maybe Enzo is the one I can't trust.
I don't know.
Which is the point.
I don't know anything. The dynamics, or what the hell Enzo is doing with a computer full of me. I just can't stop spinning, and my thoughts keep eating themselves.
What if they don't know he is some kind of psycho, either?
"I'm not leaving the house. But I do need to finish work."
Lyndall rolls her eyes. "Ugh. Don't be lame."
"I'm not lame."
"You are. She's lame, right?" And she looks to Cade for backup.
He scratches his head, nearly knocking his glasses off. "Why don't we put this ragu on low, let it slowly simmer, and we can play cards?"
"Poker?" she asks.
"I'm not teaching you poker, kid." He grins at me with a wink.
She goes to the pantry and comes out with toothpicks. "I know how to play. We can play for these."
He nods. "Okay. But after that, we're playing Go Fish."
She turns to me, all big eyes and pleading expression. "Play? Puh-leaze?"
I crumble. "For a game or two, but then?—"
She scowls. "Work. Yeah, yeah."
Reluctantly, I join them.
The game starts with Cade shuffling the cards, going over the rules, which has Lyndall putting on her best poker face, which isn't good at all, probably down there with mine.
But she wins the first game, and the cards are dealt a second time.
It is hard to concentrate, and I know I need to relax. Enzo isn't here, and...maybe I'm not in actual danger.
Oh. God.
What if this is an elaborate ploy to get me alone, somewhere isolated?
But if that is true, why would it be here, with his friends, and why would he bring Lyndall?
And why the hell would he want me alone anyway? What would he do?
Murder, rape, torture, they all pass through my head, and my brain snags on rape, because that one doesn't fit. He knows I want him, and he wouldn't need to get me alone.
He has had me. So...
Shit, I need to stop being so paranoid.
