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Why couldn’t we meet differently?
Why did he have to be a killer?
My eyes drift closed when he presses a kiss to my forehead.
“As cute as this is, we need to talk about McCallister. What do you want to do?”
Daniel pulls back from me long enough to fill his fork once more. Lifting it to my mouth in offering, he waits for me to take it.
“Plan.” Daniel’s voice is as rough as always, deep and penetrating.
Michael nods. “Agreed, we stick to the plan. We knew they’d find the bodies. It’s just sooner than we thought.”
I take another bite of food and try not to listen, but it’s impossible.
“Mom won’t say anything. She’ll stick to us being here all night and the cameras at the main road will confirm it since we went in another way.”
Daniel grunts in acknowledgment.
Pain ricochets through my chest at what the police found. Of what Michael and Daniel did.
The two of them talk back and forth. Michael makes suggestions, and Daniel grunts at any he approves of.
They decide that their alibis are secured because of their family, and that with no evidence, the sheriff’s department will start looking elsewhere soon.
Worst case, they’ll take care of the sheriff. My throat closes at the suggestion.
Someone else can’t die because of me.
“I’ll go,” I whisper.
Silence greets my words.
Thinking they didn’t hear me, I clear my throat and repeat it. “I’ll go. I’ll tell the police I was here with you and that Dale and I fought.” No one speaks, so I rush on. “I’ll tell the sheriff we broke up. Then I’ll go home, and I won’t tell anyone. I swear.” I whisper the last two words like a plea.
The panic at someone else being killed grows tenfold at my offer to leave, and I refuse to analyze my body’s reaction. The same way I have refused to think about any other reaction I have had around him in the past two days.
My heart thumps as I think for a moment that Daniel is actually considering my suggestion. And then I see his face.
If fury were a man, he’d be sitting next to me.
Violence vibrates out of him.
Slowly, as if he is trying to contain himself, Daniel’s head turns to me.
“Repeat it.”
I don’t want to. I swallow the words and shake my head quickly, whipping my loose hair back and forth.
His large frame unravels, and he looms over me. Walking around the end of the bed, he braces himself on the wooden frame.
“Repeat what you just said.”
I think I’m really having a heart attack this time.
My fingers grip my chest, and I feel sick as I force the words out of my mouth.
“I could leave.” My voice is weak. “It will take suspicion off,” I explain, wanting him to know it would be for him.
