“If that makes you feel better.”
“Are you serious? I should call the police!” Now he chuckles.
“And tell them what? Your boyfriend killed the man who could have killed you? How are you going to prove it?”
“I was there!”
“There’s no body. No evidence.”
“How are you so calm about all of this? You could face prison time,” I remind him once again.
“No one is going to prison, baby. I told you that. Now calm down.”
I don’t know what else to say to him. He’s right. I’m sure there’s no body or evidence left at the office, although I wouldn’t know,because I haven’t been back there. I couldn’t bring myself to go back after what he’d done, but damnit there’s a part of me that understands why he did it. Does that make me as bad as him? Does that make me a monster?
“I need to go,” I tell him softly.
“No, you don’t. You’re avoiding me, and that ends today. In fact, it ends now.”
“I have a lot going on.”
“You haven’t been to work,” he reminds me now.
“I just-”
“I get it. But you need to come back to work,” he says. I know I need the money, although Devon doesn’t give me any work to actually do. We sit there. I read while he watches me. That’s the extent of our working together. Not that I’m complaining about reading and getting paid for it, I’m not. It’s just strange to me.
“I know,” I sigh.
“Then come back tonight. I do have some things for you to do,” he tells me. I nod my head.
“Okay, but no more bodies at work,” I warn him. He grins, and it takes my breath away. How can someone who looks like him be a killer? How can I even be trying to reason it out?
“No more bodies at work. I promise,” he agrees. I nod my head when he grabs me and pulls me into him. He moves so quickly, I barely have time to think when his lips are pressing into mine. Everything about his kiss feels right when I know what he did was wrong. My mind is a complete mess, and I don’t know how to fix it.
His mouth moves over mine, and I savor every second of it. When he pulls away, he presses a kiss to my forehead.
“I need to go handle a few things. I’ll see you tonight.” I nod my head and watch as he walks away. Then I pull out my phone and call Megan.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Megan, what do you consider red flags in men?” I ask her. She laughs into the line.
“This about Devon?”
“Kind of.”
“I haven’t seen any red flags with him, Cay. He’s been by your side since the accident. He seems to really care about you. Why? What did you see?” I can’t tell her that he killed someone for me. She would lose her shit and turn us all in.
“I don’t know. He’s just always around,” I reply.
“You need space?” she asks.
“I don’t know what I need. I love that he wants to be around and be here for me.”
“Don’t overthink it,” she encourages me.
“You’re right. Maybe I am overthinking things,” I agree with her.
“I’m sure you are. He seems like a good guy,” she adds. He is a good guy. Apparently, so good he’d do anything for me. Even kill.
