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Does it all have to end so soon? I finish weighting the trap then stand and brush the dirt off my hands.
“You can tell me anything. You saved my life, you know?” She moves closer, unaware of how dangerous I am to someone like her.
I look into her eyes for long moments, wrestling with telling her everything or just enough. My soul says to spill it, but my mind says something else entirely.
I don’t know which is the right answer. But I take a breath and open my mouth to speak. When the crack of a shot rings out nearby, the words disappear into the ether as I take Margaret to the ground and cover her with my body.
10
MARGARET
Idig my fingers into Jacob’s shirt as I stare up at him. His whole body has gone rigid, making it feel as though he weighs three times more than he had this morning when he was on top of me.
In fact, I think I can’t breathe.
“Jacob.” I finally get his name out. He looks down at me before covering my mouth with his hand. He leans closer, bringing his mouth to my ear. His warm breath tickles me, almost causing me to giggle. I hold it in, though.
“Not a word.”
I nod slowly as he releases his hand from my mouth. My breathing becomes shallow, but I’m unsure if it’s from the weight of his body or the fact that I’m turned on. I know I should probably be scared, but the only thing I can think about is how his thick body feels pressed against mine. Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen that’s making me euphoric.
Can’t breathe, I mouth. I mean, I can a little, but not as much as I’m accustomed to. I guess I’m a girl who likes big, full breaths. I’ve never given it much thought before now. He shifts only a touch, taking some of his weight off me as he kisses my forehead. I’m pretty sure it’s anI’m sorry. It’s cute and how he should always say sorry. Though then he’d have to do something bad. Not sure that’s a good idea. I’ll have to think that one over.
BANG.
All random thoughts in my head stop as I remember why Jacob pulled me to the ground in the first place. Crap. They found us. We're going to die. I am going to die a virgin. What the hell? A few months ago I wouldn't have given a crap about that. Sure, I don’t want to die, but now I absolutely don’t want to die without having sex with Jacob. I need more time. I mean, couldn’t they have waited another day or two before they came? This is important.
“I’ll never let anything happen to you,” he whispers as he starts to slide off me. He grabs the front of my shirt, and in one quick pull, I’m flat on my stomach. He gives me a signal not to move as he slowly starts to rise. That’s when reality hits me. He says he won’t let anything happen to me. What about him?
Now that I have a small part of him, I don’t plan on allowing anyone to take him from me. For so long I’ve wanted this man to give me an ounce of attention, and now I have him all the time. In a secluded cabin. Withonebed. Stupid killers are not going to ruin this for me!
You’d think these people would be running scared based on what I’ve already done to them with only my stuffie. Not to mention how deadly Jacob is. No, Mr. Black. I watched him kill without so much as a second thought. He put a bullet into a man as if it were nothing to him. He threw another out a window. To them, he’s Mr. Black. To me, he’s my Jacob.
I watch as he takes in his surroundings. He looks as though he’s in his element. As if he’s been in this same kind of situation before. His every move is calculated. I watch him closely and wonder what he sees that I don’t. He flicks his eyes back to me for only a second. They’re darker now than I ever remember. It’s because Mr. Black is here now, and Jacob is gone.
Another loud bang sounds. It’s closer than the last. His shoulders drop, and I see the tension leave his body. I don’t understand why or what the heck is going on. That shot sounded the closest of them all.
“Hunter,” he whispers and rises to his full height.
I panic for a moment. Is that some code word for contract killer? Why does he look so relaxed if it is? I have a million questions, but I don’t ask them. I remain quiet as I watch him take another look around. He seems satisfied with whatever he sees. He reaches his hand out to me. I grab it, allowing him to pull me to my feet.
“How do you know?” I whisper, unable to keep my curiosity at bay. I can’t see anything beyond the nearest trees. I also don’t have my glasses on, to be fair.
“No one that's looking for me is coming with a 30-06 rifle.”
I don’t even know what that means. To me a gun is a gun.
He lets out a slow whistle. “I’m over here to your left, Mrs. Winston.”
I try and follow his line of sight. Then I see an older woman with a shotgun slung over her shoulder. That’s not the strangest part of the sight in front of me. The weird part is she’s got rollers in her hair. The pink, soft kind. She looks like an innocent grandma and not the gun toting type.
“Lucky I didn’t shoot your behind,” she declares as she makes her way toward us. “Got me a beautiful ten pointer. Not the biggest I've ever seen, but it will put some meals on the table.” She stops when she gets to us, then looks over at me. “Seems I’m not the only one that got a beautiful creature today.” She sends me a friendly smile.
“That she is. It’s a little early to be hunting.” I’m surprised when Jacob tucks me into his side.
“That sun starts going down and I can’t see shit. Plus, it’s date night.” She shoots me a wink, then turns back to Jacob. “Haven't seen you in a long while.”
“Working.”
