Page 35 of Property of Bob

Someone had nearly killed him and that bothered me way more than I wanted it to.

Prime pulled into the parking lot behind the clubhouse, and I was out of the SUV almost as soon as he put it in park.

Shay climbed out after me. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

Prime shut his door. “She’s not.”

I glared at him. “Nobody asked you.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Because you keep answering questions nobody asked.”

Shay laughed.

I looked toward the path leading around the haunted house. “I want to go to my RV.”

“No.”

My head whipped toward Prime.

He hadn’t even hesitated.

“I wasn’t asking you.”

“Still no.”

“It’s my RV.”

“Congratulations,” he chuckled.

I stared at him.

He stared back.

Shay stepped between us before I could say something that might get me thrown off the island. Which, actually, would solve this problem.

“Prime,” she said.

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” she sighed.

“You were going to tell me to let her go to the RV.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

I threw my hands up. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Nothing.”

“I just want to go to my own home.” It was pretty damn simple.

“The clubhouse has rooms.”