“I’m gone.”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t. Or better yet do it all, honey.” Mikai air kisses my cheeks.
“Happy New Year.” I head into the back to grab my jacket and hope Smith doesn’t see me ducking out early. I’ve never walked out during or missed a shift.
Death is waiting for me when I exit the employees only door. Damn. There goes any idea of ducking and running. “We need to talk.”
“I think I said all I needed to.”
“Now it’s my turn.”
I follow him to the parking lot, and he stops outside of his truck, a big extended cab black Chevy. He did show up. Even if it’s five days too late I owe him that much. “Fine. Where?”
“Get in my truck. I’m driving.”
“I’m not leaving my car here.”
“I’ll bring you back in the morning for it.”
“I’m not spending the night with you.”
Death leans in, pushing me up against the passenger side door. Why does he have to smell so damn good? All intoxicating. Leather, smoke, and freedom. Like he can take me away from all my problems with one touch. “We’ll see about that.”
I brace myself for the kiss I’m certain is about to happen, but he stares at me a beat, tugs on my hair then moves to open the door for me. “Get in the truck, babe.”
“Whatever.” I climb in but only because it’s cold and I don’t want to freeze my nipples off while arguing about it. I lay my purse in the backseat and buckle my seat belt.
Death gets in and starts the truck.
Silence stretches between us, and I wonder where we are going until he pulls down an old dirt road and stops to unlock a gate. The headlights expose a two-story white farmhouse.
“Whose house is this?”
He kills the engine and the lights. Darkness surrounds us. “Mine. Bought it back before I married Belinda.”
“So no one lives here?”
“I do when I’m not playing my part.”
“Is this where you bring your whores?”
“Is that what you think of me? That I just pick up any cunt and bring them here to fuck? Is that what you think of yourself?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we can ask Margo.”
“Jesus. That what this is about? Because I gave that crazy bitch a ride home?”
“Do us both a favor and don’t treat me like I’m simple. I know you fucked her the other night.”
“The fuck? When did I fuck that skank? Last I checked my dick was buried in you for most of the night.”
“I guess when you showered with her.”
At this he loses it. “Babe, seriously you don’t what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“My father said.”
“Your father…get out the truck. I’ll tell you all about that shit inside.” The tone of his voice doesn’t leave me room to argue.