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“No.”
She answers too late. I pull her onto the dance floor. I’m going to have to up my game if I want any chance of Luna willingly walking down the aisle at our wedding.
Her feet drag behind me as I pull her. No one takes notice. Or should I say, no one cares she is my unwilling dance partner. She’s stiff in my arms as I place my hand on her lower back and take her other hand. I lead us around in small circles like the other couples on the dance floor.
“Shouldn’t you be on lookout and not dancing? Isn’t that what bodyguards do?”
“My job is to keep you safe and happy. You will always be safe in my arms.”
“Save your lines for someone who might actually want them. Like the woman you plan to marry sooner rather than later.”
“Is that jealousy I hear?”
“Not a chance.” She sighs, and her feet move a little more willingly. “I just thought someone like you might understand me a little better than most. That’s all.”
Her head rests on my chest for a second before it lifts. “When you dance with your girl, I’ll give you a tip. Most women don’t like to be reminded of guns.”
“You don’t like my guns?”
“You know guns don’t bother me. I evenlikethe reminder.” She places her head back down. And we dance in slow circles until the song is over.
Luna
Somethingshiftedatmysister’s engagement party. We moved out of the so-called safe house. Monitors have been set up in a new location close to where we suspect Ron Wheeler is. The scary part is he’s living close to where I hid my sister, Katrina. I give him props for his position. It’s where I picked too. Each day, I feel the pressure build in me as time ticks away.
“Ready to go?” Fin asks, walking into the kitchen. I don’t go anywhere without him, but I don’t feel like I’m suffocating like I did before. I notice him trying to make eye contact, and an odd sensation ripples through my chest.
I finish pouring myself a second cup of coffee within an hour. I drink more coffee at night than I do in the morning. My eyes reluctantly move from my coffee and monitors to him. His eyes light up, taking in my outfit, and I don’t understand why. I’m still in my pajama tank top and cotton shorts from this morning.
“Go where?” I glance at the clock, and it’s just past ten at night. I was hoping to stay in my PJs all day.
“We’re scouting tonight.” His voice is a deep vibration I can’t help but love.
“Really?” A smile takes over my face. For the first time since Fin entered my life again, excitement runs through my veins.
His eyes lock on mine once again, and I can feel the power he exudes in his everyday life. As much as I hate to admit it, Fin is one sexy beast. His features are strong and sharp, perfectly cut like a stone sculpture.
“And that’s the smile I was hoping for.” He walks toward me, looking at me like he wants to tear off my clothes. Nothing has happened between us other than that episode at the engagement party.
Sometimes I wonder if I imagined it. I don’t understand why he hasn’t made another move. Not that it matters. It’s better if we keep this professional anyway. So then if I have to leave him behind, I won’t feel bad about it. He’s dead weight. It’s the only way I can think of him.
6 years ago, Prom
Ourhighschoolhallsare spooky at night. I can hear the thud of the music from the large gym where everyone is having the time of their life. I watched Fin reenter the gym, looking for Kylie. She looks like an octopus the way she clings to him.
I’ve strapped on my heels and dress. But I’m also hiding a gun on my hip beneath said dress.
“You should have come to me for something worthy of your pretty face.”
I startle at the deep voice. I recognize the guy enough to know he goes here. His hand reaches out and touches my gun attached to my hip. I take a step away.
“I’m Ron Wheeler,” he informs me, looking annoyed he has to make introductions. “Who are you killing tonight?”
Fin’s name is on the tip of my tongue. I have every intention of killing him. He’s the only person who might be able to find out my part in his family’s demise. I’m also pissed off that he refuses to talk to me. Then he pulls that shit at the lockers. Anger strums through my veins, and I have a need to make him hurt like I do.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He smiles. “I think it’s a good plan of yours.” He shrugs. “But I would use this gun.” He hands me a beautiful gun that fits perfectly in my small hand.
