Page 110 of Hunters and Prey

Chapter 8

She tried to drown out her thoughts by the music on the radio as Asher drove them to his condo building.

She got out and stretched.

“I’m not even tired,” Cailyn said as she followed Asher up to the front entrance of his building.

He pushed in his code and the double glass doors opened for them. Inside a doorman waited and nodded for them as he kept watch.

They got on the elevator and went up to the fourteenth floor to his condo. Inside she walked directly to his kitchen and pulled a bottle of wine from the rack.

Asher took off his shoes at the door and grinned as he walked over to her.

“Thirsty?”

She shook her head, cracking a sheepish grin.

“Stressed,” she said. “I need a shot really.”

He took the wine bottle from her hand and put it back on the rack. She stood there and watched as he went to his freezer and pulled out a bottle of tequila.

A grin stretched across Cailyn’s lips as she eyed the frosty bottle. “Yes. You read my mind.”

He chuckled and took two shot glasses from the cabinet beside his fridge. “I knew you’d appreciate it.”

She took her hair from its ponytail and pulled off her tie. She sat on the granite counter and watched him pour the shots.

Asher handed her a shot and stood between her legs as she sat on his countertop.

“We might as well celebrate, right?”

Cailyn nodded. “Absolutely. Who knows where we will end up on Monday?”

“Cheers to the unknown,” Asher said and they both clinked shot glasses and downed the contents.

“No limes,” Cailyn said. She wiped her mouth, grimacing. She held her shot glass out. “One more.”

Asher poured two more shots and they drank them both.

“So,” Asher said. “Tell me where we are skipping out on college to go.”

“I’m not exactly sure,” she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “Carry me,” she said with a grin.

He shook his head. “You really are spoiled,” he said and he picked her up.

“Is something wrong with that?”

“Not at all,” he said and carried her up the metal stairs. His bedroom was in the loft that overlooked his living room and kitchen.

He sat her on his king-size sleigh bed, turned on his mounted flat screen, and handed her the controller to his video game system.

Cailyn grinned, pressing the buttons on the controller while he scrolled through the options of games that they could play.

“Stop that,” he said with a laugh. “You know you’re not doing anything yet.”

She giggled. “We are such nerds,” she said. “Sitting at home on a Saturday night, playing video games.”

“I’m okay with it,” he said with a smirk.

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