Page 27 of Sinners Reunion

I pin King with a look. “Yeah, same.”

“As much fun as this is, I only came out here to steal you away,” Eve says. She hands her marshmallow stick to Lice Pick and takes my hand in hers. “Join me in my RV?”

“At least take me to dinner first,” I say as I toss my ruined snack into the fire.

Eve giggles, and I don’t even spare King another glance as I stroll behind her. The girls were nice when we went shopping the other day, so I’m open to making friends. When you’re a nomadic serial killer, friends are few and far between.

We enter Eve’s RV, and I’m shocked to find two more women seated on the mattress in the back. “I didn’t realize this would be a group session, but I’m down to try anything once.”

Eve tips her head back with a laugh, and Kindra and Frankie join her. “No, honey. As pretty as you are, redheads are not my type. Not since that damn fashion show.”

“And we are strictly dickly over here,” Frankie says, motioning between herself and Kindra. “No shade if you’re into chicks, though. We don’t really give a shit about that sort of thing.”

“Life’s too damn short to be so preoccupied with who someone else is fucking,” I say with a shrug. “Sounds like I’m in good company.”

Frankie and Kindra look at each other and nod.

“Yeah, I like this one,” Eve says.

“Me too,” Frankie says. “Which is why we’ve called you in here.”

“So that we could warn you,” Kindra adds.

Warn me?

I wander to the middle of the RV and plop down in the sitting area. Fairy lights hang overhead, and a small but very healthy pothos plant slithers over the top of the window. I say nothing, waiting for the girls to continue. When they don’t, when we just sit here in silence for several seconds, I finally ask.

“Warn me about what?”

They look at each other.

“We aren’t the She-Woman Man-Haters Club or anything like that,” Kindra says. “We’re just looking out for you.”

Frankie nods. “I love King like a father, and he’s an exceptional boss, but when it comes to King as a man?” She takes a deep breath. “He needs to do some soul searching. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Oh,” I say with a nod. “Is that what this is about?”

During the shopping trip, we didn’t really talk about my love life—past or present. They’re unaware of the history between me and King. Whatever they have to say about him, I probably already know.

“We normally wouldn’t bring it up,” Eve says, “but Jim has a habit of putting people together like some sort of mad sex scientist. Bennett and Cat. Frankie and Maverick. Most recently, Aven and Quinn.”

Kindra squirms on the mattress. “We can’t prove that he pushed me and Ezra together, but it’s highly suspected.”

“But aren’t all of you happy?” I ask. I haven’t seen much of the couples, but anytime I’ve witnessed the girls and guys together, they seem as if they’ve found their perfect matches.

“Deliriously,” Kindra says, “but our men weren’t King.”

I bite my bottom lip to fight off the smile, but the smile wins out. “Let me guess. You want me to know that he’s a playboy womanizer with a nice pair of running shoes?”

Heads bob up and down. It’s like being at the racetrack.

“Ladies, I love you for this, but I’m well aware,” I say.

Then I proceed to tell them only what they need to know—that King and I had a no-strings-attached agreement several years ago. That he’s the man who showed me what an outlet murder could be when utilized responsibly.

I leave out the fact that I’m a raging sexaholic. I also don’t tell them that I failed miserably at the no-strings bullshit, and he broke my heart and left me to wait in the rain for a man who would never return.

They already think he’s a dog. I don’t need them to think he’s actually the fleas on the dog, even if he is. I don’t want them to hate him, even if he deserves it.