“They’ll show up anyway.”
“Exactly. At least here I can keep an eye on them.”
“I get it. Thanks, Link.”
“Always,” he replies stoically. Then, the phone goes dead.
I stand on the porch, shaking with cold as I stare out into the woods and wonder if we’ll just keep doing this—running from place to place. I have a life back in Vancouver, a business. I can’t stay gone forever. I’m already pushing it with having been away these past few weeks.
A little pain stabs into my chest. “But I’m still going to miss all this,” I say to myself quietly before turning to walk back inside.
Fi’s laughter fills the whole room when I enter, warming it more than any fire could. She’s sitting in Michaels’s lap while he chuckles, both of them still completely naked with the colorful quilt pooled around their waists. Her cheeks are flushed, andher bright emerald eyes meet mine when I close the door behind me.
I narrow my gaze at them. “Did you guys just fuck?”
“Of course we did,” Fi says matter-of-factly. Michaels at least has the decency to blush. “I literally woke up with his cock in me. What was I supposed to do?”
“I don’t have any control over that thing in the morning,” Michaels protests.
“Jeez, I was outside for like five minutes.”
“I think you underestimate how long it takes me to orgasm,” Fi says with a smirk, and then she tweaks Michaels’s nipple.
“Ow,” Michaels whines, rubbing his reddened skin with a pout.
I snicker.
“Did you get a hold of Lincoln?” Fi asks. “I’m surprised you got a signal. Conveniently, my signal only works when I’m not running from a psychopath.”
“He’s sending his guys to clean up today, but he wants us to leave ASAP.” I give her a pointed look. “And he wants us to stay with them at the theater.”
“What?” She huffs an auburn strand of hair out of her eyes. “No way! Dennis will expect us to go there.”
“I get where you’re coming from, Fi, but I agree with Link. Michaels”—I give him a questioning look, and he nods. “agrees too.”
Fi lowers her brows in frustration. “I know we have to include them in this, but that doesn’t involve leading him to their doorstep.”
“We all need to stick together,” I say. “Dennis probably isn’t going to make a move at the theater. He’d be severely outnumbered.”
“As I recall,” Fi argues. “Matt had no issues sneaking into that theater when it was full of people to attack Charlie.”
“She kind of has a point,” Michaels says.
I give him a hard look. “Regardless, we’re leaving today. Pack your bags. Now. We can argue about the logistics in the truck.”
“So bossy.” Fi’s bratty tone is making my dick hard again, and I covertly adjust myself. “Wait,” she says, standing quickly. “What about my car?”
“We’ll have to leave it here until the snow melts,” I say. I barely got it back here yesterday without sliding into another ditch.” I glance at Michaels. “Is that okay?” He nods. Fi crosses her arms angrily, but all it does is push her bare breasts out, and I look away, my neck and ears heating. “Also, please put some clothes on before I fuck you into next week.”
“Is that an offer?” she says hopefully.
I turn and stalk down the hallway to the bedroom. “No,” I growl. “Get dressed.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
FIONA
It only takes us about an hour to pack our belongings. I’m sitting in B’s truck staring at the little rancher while Seb loads items into the back and B does a final sweep of the property.
