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Damn. The look she shoots him is pure excitement. It's easy to see she's fond of him. She's got a weak spot for Dexter Clark. Despite his flirting and bullshit, she still cares about him deeply. It's plain to see.
I sure wish she'd look at me like that once in a while.
"Are you excited?" Dex asks, yanking her to his side. He grins down at her with a look of true affection, not the bullshit mask he puts on when flirting with fans. It's too bad he's not reliable enough to keep his shit together all the time.
I shake my head. Dexter isn't my enemy. Nor is he my competition. If there was a contest vying for her affection, it's pretty damn clear I'd lose. That's why I need to find a way to make teammates out of him and Issac.
"Hell yes," Love squeals. "We watched that documentary about this place."
My eyes fly to the building, and I shake away those useless thoughts.
"The Museum of Death and Mayhem?" I read the sign. "Enter at your own risk. Many guests experience actual hauntings after visiting…" The warning goes on, but holy fuck. That's some killer fine print.
"Have you peed recently?" Riggs asks Love. He laughs, shaking his head as he swipes a palm over his face.
Issac cackles. "He's got your number."
"You're hitting the bathroom before we start this tour." Riggs chuckles.
"Ass," Love says, shoving Riggs' shoulder. He spins around, Love ducks under Dexter's arm and hides behind his back.
"You're getting violent the further you get into your pregnancy, aren't you?" Riggs asks, shooting her a bemused grin. "Just remember, you won't be pregnant forever, and I will spank your ass one of these days."
Love's jaw falls open. She swallows thickly.
"Burn," Issac says, whacking Love on the ass. She squeaks, swatting away his hand. "By the way, I already asked the doctor. Spanking is fine." He opens the door to the building. "A little hair-pulling is good, too."
"That is good to know," Riggs says, grinning like the cat that got the cream.
"Sorry," Love grumbles as Dexter guides her inside.
"You will be," Riggs taunts.
The place is deserted. I glance around, wondering if they're closed. Then a guy in a Victorian suit complete with a top hat makes his way over to us.
He introduces himself as Daniel, gushing over how much he loves Matted Whine.
"Ready for your private tour?" he asks Love. "I've heard you're quite the horror enthusiast."
Love grins over at Dexter. "This is so freaking awesome."
"Bathroom," Riggs says, gripping Love's shoulders.
"Ahh, yes. Right this way," Daniel says, pointing to a hallway.
"Yes, Daddy," Love grumbles to Riggs. He shoots her a scathing look of molten sexual desire.
Yeah, that's definitely not one of my kinks. Not that I have many. Come to think of it, all the kinks I have recently revolve around Love. Even then, I don't know if I could get on board with that.
Riggs follows her with a hand on her ass, almost as if it's a warning.
Love grumbles the entire way, but she doesn't stop walking.
"Holy shit. Yeah, that's freaky," I hiss.
Love leans into my shoulder, nodding frantically. "I saw it, too."
There's a creepy-ass wooden doll that's supposedly possessed. It sits in a rocking chair, facing a damn mirror.
