I shrugged. “I guess I could ask.”
She sat up straighter from her perch on the stool, smiling as she laughed. “Oh my god, please ask that. I need to see what he says.”
Regan
Hey.
Rook
Hello.
Regan
If I ask you to do something, can you promise not to kill anyone?
Harper howled with laughter, nearly falling off her seat.
“Shouldn’t you be freaking out? I freaked out. He actually does this, Harper.”
“To who? Like strangers on the street? Or bad people?”
“I don’t know. Both? So far that I’ve seen, it’s just with problematic people, but I don’t actually know how often this happens.”
My phone dinged, and she sat back up.
Rook
Seems like a setup.
Regan
Or what normal people do??
Rook
I might be able to take a night off for you.
“You’re flirting about killing people!” Harper screamed, laughing harder. “You little freak. What is going on? One day you’re with douchebag Elliot, and now you’re flirting with a hot tattooed biker man who scared you to death because you thought he would kill you.” The phone dinged again. “I hope that’s a text saying he’s coming because I can’t wait to hear this in person.”
Rook
You going to tell me what you want?
Regan
I wanted to invite you over, but no murder allowed.
Rook
Where?
Regan
My house. My dad is out, so we are having a party.
Rook
Such a Rebel.
