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I could see a squad car parked to the side. “We can stop now. We’ve deviated from our schedule, so I’m sure it’s okay, even if he’s watching us.”
He. The killer.
At the reminder, Brett’s face turned to stone. “Where I go, you go. You stick like glue.”
I nodded. He made my heart flutter.
36
BILLIE
Other vehicles were filling up when we pulled in.
As Brett got out, I went around to where he was and leaned against the side of his truck, watching as he fit the nozzle in the right place. He glanced over, the corner of his mouth lifting.
I mirrored his half-grin.
Would it always be like this? Where the world melted away? Where I felt lighter the second I saw him, like I could fly when he touched me, like I was off the planet when he kissed me?
My chest squeezed. God, I hoped so.
“What are you thinking?”
My cheeks warmed, and I bit down on my lip. “Nothing.”
He grunted, his eyes darkening, falling to my lips. “You’re lying.”
My grin turned into a smirk, but a teasing one. “Maybe.”
He laughed, reaching for the window washer and going over to do the windshield. I tracked his every move, hunger lighting inside me. His T-shirt was a little too small for him, and I was not complaining. No way. It showcased his stomach muscles, his bulging biceps, the thick, black band that went around his bicep. His beard was a little fuller. He’d told me once that he usually trimmed it before every game until playoffs. After that, he let it grow as long as they lasted, only shaving it after their last final game.
I liked the beard and loved how it felt, but a part of me wondered what he looked like with it gone. I kinda hoped he’d never fully shave it off.
The gas pump clicked off while Brett was still doing the other side of the window, so I returned the nozzle and closed the gas tank, following the directions and twisting so it clicked once. I was closing the outside shield when someone asked from my side, “Excuse me, ma’am. Do you have the time?”
The voice was polite but a little muffled.
I reached for my phone, pulling it out right before a dark shadow fell across me. A hand grasped my hand, and I froze, my eyes lifting.
He had a mask on. It was translucent, but it blurred what he looked like. Eerily.
His eyes were clear. They were so cold.
An emotion flashed there in that split second as we stared at each other. Then, we both burst into action. I opened my mouth to scream for Brett, and at the same time, he twisted my hand down and around, bringing my back against his chest.
He clamped a hand over my mouth, muffling my scream.
The smell was horrible, whatever was under his gloves.
I gasped, letting my phone go and grasping for his wrist, trying to get free.
But I couldn’t. Black dots started to dance at the edges of my eyesight. I was going to fall unconscious. No. God, no.
Brett…
He had me against his chest, pulling me backwards. My body started to shut down. I couldn’t hold onto him any longer and my hands fell. My feet stopped moving.
My body was going limp.
