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“Sure. It’s a date.”
And that’s as good as it gets for covering my ass.
No one else is guilty. This is my deal...
Me and you, God. You promised. Redix will be free.
We all will be after I do this.
No one on the island knows about the Land Rover Redix gave me. Scarlett had it delivered back here from Atlanta. It smells like a new car and breaks my heart. I park it a block away from the QuickTrip and walk to the gas station.
Hiding in the woods on the edge of the parking lot, I know he’ll show up for his nightly run for smokes.
Ten o’clock. A few minutes late, he jumps out of his beat-up Mustang for his legal drug.
I walk across the lot, pacing my entrance to time with his exit.
It’s perfect. Like it’s written in the stars.
“Well damn, Sergeant.” TJ’s too thrilled to see me, like he loses all logic around me. “Got a date?”
“I did.” I don’t smile. “Until she stood me up.”
The cameras at the corner of the building? They don’t work. And Ms. Dubois working inside? She’d never rat me out. She’s loyal to my mama.
“Be my date then.”
His golf shirt reeks of his cologne and evil. Both he’s put on me for years. And his eyes? They never stop ripping my clothes off. This yellow top? He’s drawn to it like a target.
“I ain’t got an ice cream cone,” he sneers, “but I got shots.”
“I’m too old for ice cream.” That feels true. “And bars and people only piss me off.”
He likes my salty mouth. It draws him in like honey as he asks, “Let’s go burn one then where you won’t get busted.”
Burn one? What doesn’t this man smoke?
“You know what?” My tone stays low and slow, not too eager. “Yeah. It’s been a shitty week.”
The score in his eyes, that I finally said yes, he can’t see through his blazed mind to question why. His stained teeth grin. “Well, alright then.”
“Meet me on my boat.”
“Harbour Towne?”
“No. Too many cameras there.” He thinks so I won’t get busted. That’s true. But not for smoking weed. “Ms. Ryan’s dock. You remember where it is?”
Since he went after Pamela, he knows.
“Yeah, it’s been a minute, but I remember.”
“Gimme an hour. I gotta gas up, and I’ll meet you there.” I gotta keep him motivated. “I’ll bring some wine.”
The way he leans toward me, I fight the urge to punch his dick. “It sounds like I’m your man now.”
Fuck, he’s delusional. That’s why he’s so dangerous. He doesn’t dance with the same logic as most. In his mind, everyone wants him. “No” isn’t a word. When he hears it screamed or slurred, he believes deep down… you really want him.
And I do.
