Page 74 of Trick or Stalk

As I’m shrugging out of my leather jacket, he snatches it and runs into the kitchen.

“Asshole.”

His grin spreads when he looks inside. “Holy shit.”

“Wilder.”

“You're actually going to read a book?”

He pulls it out and stares at the cover. Then at me.

I don’t say a word.

A laugh bursts from him. “This might be the best day of my life.”

“Your standards are low.”

“My brother bought a romance novel.”

“I bought a book.”

“A romance novel.”

“Still a book.”

“Does it have fucking in it?”

I stare at him.

He smirks. “I'm just asking.”

“Find something to do.”

“I am.” He gestures between the book and me. “This.”

I snatch it out of his hand and walk toward my bedroom.

His voice follows me. “Do you want me to light a candle?”

“Fuck off.”

“Wine?”

I slam the bedroom door.

“Maybe some rose petals?”

“Shut up, fucker.”

His laughter carries through the cabin.

I drop onto the air mattress and immediately scowl. Damn thing’s already going flat.

Fuck it. I’ll blow it back up later.

I open the book and begin reading.

For the first few pages, I'm convinced Presley has terrible taste.