Page 57 of Burning For You

“Slow down,” she said, taking her laptop back and setting it down.

“No. This is serious. Skye, two people could have died if the neighbor’s dog hadn’t woken them up. They were older, had taken their meds and were in a deep sleep. They didn’t even know their house was on fire.”

She hadn’t realized any of that. She only knew both were released and staying with family.

“I’m sorry. But maybe this can help catch the person.”

“No. It won’t. Whoever it is, they are going to play with you and you’re falling right into their trap.”

“You don’t know that,” she said, crossing her arms.

“I bet I’m right. Call Tate and we’ll find out.”

“Who would have thought playing with people’s minds could be such fun?”

His fingers moved over his phone, waiting for Skye to reply to his last message. Not that he was going to send anything back.

Nope. Not yet. But he wanted to see what she said.

What her reaction was.

He was too far away for them to ping the location. Nothing that would tie it to him. He’d delete the account next. Didn’t mean he had to change his name though.

Had a nice ring to it in his mind.

Knowing her, and her family connection—yeah, he was fully aware of that—she was probably letting someone know now.

He’d give it ten more minutes. If she didn’t reply, he’d have to wait until next time. It wasn’t worth his ego just yet.

She could wait for him.

The traffic on the thruway was flying by him as he sat in the rest stop outside of town. But he was getting impatient, and deleted the account, then shut his TracFone off for now.

There would be time enough to reach out again.

16

IN THE MIDDLE OF IT

“Skye, you’re crazy,” Tate yelled an hour later. “I mean it. What is wrong with you?”

“Give it to her,” Ash said, nodding his head. “Let her know how foolish she’s being.”

Foolish was Skye calling Tate and having him come over with Ash still there. Her brother was going to ask why Ash was.

He had no clue how this was going to be played off and he’d have to let Skye take the lead there.

That kiss on Saturday night.

After she’d opened up and let him in, she’d told him not to tell Corbin.

No shit. He wasn’t letting his best friend know.

But here was his best friend’s older brother looking at him with curious eyes on top of it.

“I’m not doing anything,” she yelled back. “This person contacted me.”

“And you replied,” Tate said, pulling the laptop out of her hand to scan it again. “At least you didn’t do it a second time.”