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“Aren’t you going to call Conner?”
“Later. I want to give it some time so we know Warren is definitely gone.” I peek out of the window, watching his car disappear down the graveled track.
“Suit yourself. Let’s order pizza, then I’ll do your face mask and give you a manicure.” Shelbie pulls out her cell. “Pepperoni?”
“I’m fine with whatever.”
She taps a few buttons. “Done. Now, where was I?” She starts rooting through one of her small bags, pulling out nail polishes and an array of makeup.
“Hmm, Shelbie, what is all that stuff?”
“Some of us have to work hard to look this good.” She smirks. “Just let me have this.”
“Fine.” I hold up my hands with a little chuckle. She grabs what she needs and sets about cleansing my face before slapping on the thick cooling mask.
“We let them set for thirty minutes then wash them off.”
I catch a glance of myself in the mirror. “Sexy,” I tease.
“Conner won’t know what’s hit him.” She winks, and my heart contracts at the mention of his name.
“I think I’ll call him.”
“Well, duh.”
“Hey, I’m not that bad.”
“Babe, you’re so gone for that boy it’s not even funny.”
“He’s just so—”
“Annoying?” Amusement sparkles in her eyes.
“Hey, that’s my—” I stop myself, the knot in my stomach twisting.
“Boyfriend?”
A quiet knock at the door catches my attention. “That can’t be the pizza already.” Dread slithers through me as I approach the door, nervously lifting my hand to the face mask covering my skin.
“Maybe it’s Mitch,” she suggests.
“He wouldn’t knock, it’s his trailer.” I peer through the window and my eyes widen.
Ripping open the door, I yank Conner inside and hiss, “What the hell are you doing here?”
He gives me an easy smile which soon turns into a smirk as he takes in my face and holds out a small gift box. “Happy birthday, K. You’re looking good.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Conner
My heart is in my throat as Kenny pulls the door open and allows me to slip inside.
I shouldn't be here, that much is obvious, but I needed to see her before tomorrow. I still have no idea what the hell is going to go down, but it's going to be over. And that knowledge makes me breathe a little easier, makes every single one of my steps that much easier to take.
No one saw me as I slipped through the darkness to get here. Well, at least I don't think they did. There's no way to know for sure. But K is worth the risk.
It's her eighteenth birthday tomorrow, the day she gets her freedom back. The day that motherfucker hopefully gets what's coming to him.
