I stared down at her.
She cleared her throat and stepped back carefully this time.“We should probably get back before Anchor sends Piney and Lost out to find us.”
I finally managed a small grin.“Might be a good idea.”
Her eyes flicked to my mouth again before she looked away fast.Cute.
“We’re revisiting this later,” I told her.
McKayla opened her mouth and then closed it again, flustered.Actually flustered.
I’d never seen her lose her footing conversationally before, and knowing I’d managed to throw her off her game with one kiss did something dangerous to my ego.
She turned quickly and started walking down the path again.
I followed beside her trying not to grin like an idiot.
We didn’t talk the rest of the way back toward the haunted house because all it had taken was one kiss to finally get McKayla to stop talking.
Chapter Thirteen
McKayla
I was officially going cross-eyed.Again.
The footage from the ghost town looped across the laptop screen while I sat curled against the headboard with one knee bent and my fingers pressed against my temple.Hours had passed since we’d gotten back from the ghost town, and I still hadn’t found anything useful.
No mysterious hoodie guy.
No person hanging the wanted poster.
No Erin.
Just tourists, employees, actors, and enough fake ghosts to haunt me in my sleep for the next ten years.I rubbed my eyes hard and leaned back against the wall.
The problem was I couldn’t focus.Well, that wasn’t entirely true.
I could focus just fine on one thing.Push.Unfortunately, Push was not the thing I was supposed to be focusing on.
I sighed heavily and glanced toward the doorway where he stood talking quietly with Prime.One big, tattooed arm was braced against the frame while the other held a beer bottle loose at his side.He’d changed shirts after we got back from the ghost town, but it hadn’t helped my situation at all.
Because apparently all Push needed to look unfairly attractive was jeans, tattoos, muscles, a deep voice, and eyeballs
I closed my eyes and groaned softly.
What the hell was I doing?My sister was missing and people were being murdered.I was basically being supervised by a motorcycle club on a haunted island.And somewhere in the middle of all of that chaos, I’d gone and kissed a biker.
A very hot biker.A biker who had looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive on that trail earlier.Which had not helped my mental stability at all.
“Margaritas!”
My eyes snapped open.
Shay and Pearl stood in the doorway grinning like tiny chaotic alcohol fairies.Shay carried a giant pitcher filled with margaritas while Pearl balanced a bag of tortilla chips and a jar of salsa against her hip.
“You need a break,” Shay announced.
Before I could protest, she reached over, closed the laptop, and pulled it out of my lap.
