Page 48 of Ice Devil

When he threw his head back and howled, I rushed toward him, shushing him. “Stop. You don’t want to draw any unnecessary attention.”

“Who’s going to recognize us?”

He was right about that.

The group of super fans had even carried their own face and body paint with them.

I struggled to keep the huge Viking helmet on as we rushed away from the building. I also had a difficult time not remaining in a fit of laughter. He was carrying the garbage bag full of our clothes, swinging it back and forth. The man was having the time of his life while I continually scanned the parking lot in search of the mystery man.

“You make a great Viking woman.” Beck’s voice was no longer recognizable. He’d died and come back a huge brute of a man from the Middle Ages.

And I was in heaven. Any woman would be.

We were both laughing as we approached my rental car. The guys had made certain no one would recognize him by the amount of war paint on his face. They’d even had wigs for both of us, and I had to admit, Beck wasn’t a bad looking blond.

In fact, he was hotter than sin.

By the time we made it to the car, I could no longer suppress my laughter. I was laughing so hard I dropped the keys and when we both went down for them, I fell smack on my butt.

Being the manly man he was, he whisked me off my feet, pulling me completely into his massive arms. He even swung me around, the parking lot lights providing an eerie backdrop while he peered down at me.

“Watch your step, wife. We wouldn’t want you to injure yourself.”

“You know that we really do need to be careful. I think that jerk was the one from the hotel.”

He shrugged as if it were no big deal. “I know what I said, but being married to you wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Ah, but being married to you would be dangerous.”

“How so?”

I yanked the key fob from his hand, pressing the unlock. The tweeting sound was a good cover for the heavy sigh pushing past my lips. “In every way.” The seriousness to my tone wasn’t what I’d had in mind, but his smile faded even though his eyes lingered on mine.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Just as he eased me down, we both heard a loud squeal.

“There he is!”

We both snapped our heads in the direction of the girl’s shrill voice. There were at least ten women who’d taken off running in our direction.

He chuckled, emitting the evilest sound. “Get in. I’m driving.”

There was no stopping the man when he made a decision. That much was very clear to me. The laughter continuing, I raced toward the passenger side, watching the women as I couldn’t seem to stop laughing. “Hurry up. They’re coming!”

“I’m getting there.”

As soon as I jumped in, he already had the key in the ignition, the engine started and revved. The second I slammed the door, he took off.

At that moment, I felt very much like the two of us were Bonnie and Clyde.

I only hoped the end of our saga wouldn’t mirror the infamous couple.

But what a way to go.

CHAPTER 11

Beck