Page 205 of Trick or Stalk

“No kidnapping this time?”

“Not unless something takes a dramatic turn around chapter twenty.”

His smoky-gray eyes lift to mine. “You sound disappointed.”

“I like variety.”

His mouth curves.

And just like that, my brain helpfully supplies another voice. Good girl.

I immediately look away.

Nope. We're not doing that.

Not again.

It was two words.

Two extremely common words.

Words probably spoken by thousands of men every single day.

Granted, most of those men probably aren't fingering someone in a bookstore while wearing a terrifying mask, but still. It’s probably a coincidence.

It has to be.

Besides, Hades doesn't even know where I live.

The Masked Man obviously does.

Two different men.

End of story.

“So,” Hades says, following me to the counter.

Once I’m behind it, I look at him. “So?”

“What are you doing tonight?”

My heart skips. “Tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Working.”

“Until when?”

“Eight.”

“Five,” Margaret calls from somewhere behind me.

My head snaps toward the back of the store. “What?”

She appears from between two shelves carrying a stack of books. “You're done at five.”

“I'm scheduled until eight.”