“Yeah, I’m good Drew. Why do you ask?” She smiles brightly at me and digs into the food. I’m not sure she is telling me the truth, and I don’t let it go.
Even if she is uncomfortable, I need the truth from her.
“Maddie, look at me.”
She sets her fork down and blinks her eyes at me. I take her hand and the urge to suck on her fingers and kiss her palm is overwhelming.
“You live in tank tops and shorts. Lately you’ve been in long-sleeve shirts and blue jeans. What’s going on?”
I watch her for signs of nervousness or deceit, but she doesn’t show any.
“I’ve had a few accidents with the stairs, and the new martial arts class I’m taking makes me look like I’ve been through hell. I didn’t want anyone asking about the bruises.”
I can almost buy that. Before I can follow up with another question, Maddie picks up her fork and shovels food into her mouth. She moans and smacks her lips.
“This is so good. Gosh, you really can cook.”
Her words are pleasant to hear. She’s distracted me from the topic, so I let it go as I relish in her compliment. “Thank you, Maddie.”
“You’re quite welcome, Drew. I’m sorry you have to deal with me all week.”
“Hush, you know I don’t mind. Besides, you can’t drive, and riding public transportation right now is dangerous for anyone.”
She nods and puts her fork down again, this time picking up her juice. “Do you think you will catch The Mad Hatter?”
“I will. It’s only a matter of time.”
“With you on the case I have no doubt. Do you think the killer has a reason for killing?”
Her interest in my case makes me proud.Fuck, I’m actually smiling while talking about a fucking killer. “All killers—well, criminals—have a reason for doing what they do. However, it’s still against the law and they need help. When we catch The Mad Hatter their motives will come out.”
She shakes her head and goes back to eating. I watch her from the side. Being discreet is hard, but I'm good at it now. She’s beautiful. Her mouth opens wide to stuff in the eggs she’s trying to stuff into her mouth. I laugh as her cheeks look like a chipmunk with too many acorns stuffed inside.
“I can get you more.” As she swallows, I watch her neck work.Stop. Just stop it, Drew. You need to keep your head about you.
“I know, thank you, Drew. But this is more than enough.” She smiles at me, and I feel like a damn god.
Drew was kindto me this morning when he let me eat like a pig. It should have embarrassed me how much I ate, but it didn’t. The feeling of being accepted races through me as he takes me to school. He made no snide remarks about how much I ate. There were no hateful statements about me being fat. I am uncertain how to take him being so nice. I want to start something to see if he will be upset with me. But I’m hesitant. What if he turns out to be like Donnie or my father? I decide against the idea. Being a brat isn’t something I want to show Drew. Well, not yet anyway.
“What time do you need to be at the library?” Drew asks as I open the door to get out of his truck.
“Seven. He needs to get through practice. The session should last an hour. Maybe a little longer if he doesn’t comprehend the material.”
Drew nods his head in understanding. “Not a problem, Maddie. I’ll see you when school lets out.”
Before I can stop myself, I launch myself at him. Wrapping him in a tight hug, I kiss his right cheek. “Thank you,” I whisper in his ear. Not waiting to hear his reaction, I get out of the truck. I shut the door and walk toward the school. I want Drew so bad. The urge to be in his arms and for his cock to be inside of me, is so strong. I wait for the uneasy feelings to come, but they don’t.
Only with Drew do I feel safe. I’m ready to be with him. My mind is so focused on feeling his cock in me, I almost don’t notice the yellow tape marking off the area where I left the bodies Saturday night. I put my shoulders back, knowing there’s two fewer people in this world.
I jump as someone tries to put their arm around me. I turn around and see Knave. “Who was that handsome devil with you?”
My heart rate calms down as I blush and look downward. “That’s Drew.”
“You mean the detective on the case?” he whispers.
I look at him with a quizzical glance. “Yes, why?”
Knave pulls me into an empty classroom. He locks the door, and I get an uneasy feeling. One I don’t understand. This is just Knave. “Are you insane, Maddie?”
