She gasped. Then she squealed. “I knew it! You got it so bad,” she yelled into the phone.
I slid a glance at Dex who was standing nearby, acting like he wasn’t listening. I’m sure he was. But I sure hoped he didn’t hear Frankie.
“I just wanted to let you know I wouldn’t be home so you wouldn’t worry,” I said into the phone, trying not to smile.
“Uh-huh. I want a full report when you come home.”
“Deal,” I agreed.
“Oh, and Piper,” she sang. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
It was my turn to snort. But then I sobered. “Frankie. Take it easy this weekend, huh? Stay in.”
“Oh, sure, you can go out, but I can’t?”
“I don’t want to worry about you,” I said low. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea that I leave after that vision I had.
Frankie sighed dramatically. “I don’t have plans anyway. I have to work half of tomorrow and then Sunday I’ll probably sleep all day and await your juicy phone call full of details.”
I smiled. That made me feel a little better. “I’ll call you, ‘kay?”
“Yeah. Have fun. You deserve it.”
I hung up the phone and came around the nurse’s station where Dex was leaning on the counter.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” I agreed, butterflies dancing just beneath my ribcage. I’d never spent a weekend away with a guy before.
“We’ll go to your place so you can pack a bag and then mine so I can pack one too. After that we’ll hit the road,” he said as we walked to the door.
At first I wasn’t sure if this trip was a good idea, and I guess I was a little nervous, but it did sound like fun. Plus, it would give me a chance to spend a little extra time with Dex. Maybe, just maybe, by the end of the weekend all my questions about this guy would be answered and the “report” that I owed Frankie would be overflowing with information.
Chapter Thirty-One
“Warning - An intimation, threat, or sign of impending danger or evil.”
Dex
I took the stairs two at a time and didn’t pause at his bedroom door. I didn’t really want to talk to him and was hoping if I moved fast enough I wouldn’t have to deal with him at all. I found a duffle bag in my closet and began shoving in a few pairs of jeans and other necessary items I would need. Whatever I forgot I’d just buy once we got there.
Now that my plan was in action, I was motivated to see it through. The sooner I got this over with, the sooner I could move on.
The thought made me drop the rolled-up socks in my hand. Moving on implied that I would be upset, that this was something I was going to have to move past. It wasn’t. This was a job, plain and simple.
Then why do you have to remind yourself of that?a voice in the back of my head argued.
I picked the socks up and shoved them in my bag as I saw a cloud of red out of the corner of m eye. Suddenly, I didn’t mind so much talking to Charming. It was preferable to thinking.
“Is that the Target I see sitting out there in your car in the driveway?” he asked, leaning against the doorjamb.
“I’m taking the Target out of town for the weekend.”
“You do realize you’re supposed to kill her, not date her, right?”
This guy really had a way of getting under my skin.
“I’m going to finish the job this weekend.”
