Page 30 of Look at Her and Die

Jasper disappeared into Gunner’s house, leaving the four of us behind.

“So what now?” I asked. “What happens when you pour all the mashed potatoes into a yard?”

“That’s what I’m waiting to find out,” Calliope said. “Searcy just told me to watch and learn. The forks were my idea, though.”

“What did the kid do to earn this?” Gunner asked.

“Tried to force me to have sex with him. When I refused, he tried to roofie me. I switched the drinks then called my sister,” she said.

“You didn’t tell me that!” Searcy growled. “I could’ve definitely gotten off on assault charges.”

“I was trying to keep you from needing bail money,” she said. “I’d have to leave you in there because of the fact that we have barely a pot to piss in. Then you’d have to make prison friends, and you’re pretty bad at making friends. And then I’d have to go work at the stupid diner in the meantime to make sure that we kept it afloat, and let’s just say that it wouldn’t have worked out well for me in the end. I’m fine. Hale and hearty. Now, what’s next? I just used my last fork.”

“You care if I use your water hose?” Searcy asked Gunner, barely sparing me a glance.

My dick was instantly hard, but my mind reminded me that I had a lot of shit going on, and pursuing the sexy little angry kitten wouldn’t go well right now.

Literally, I was so fucking tired right now that I could sleep for a week, and I still wasn’t done for the night.

“Sure,” Gunner said. “It’s over there.”

I looked to where he was pointing and sure enough, it was rolled up against the house with weeds growing out of the middle of it.

She got to work spraying down the yard, and I watched in amazement as the white that I’d seen all over the yard started to grow.

And grow.

And grow.

“Wow.” I laughed. “That’s going to be fun.”

She shot me a narrow-eyed glare.

Goddamn, did she make me hot as hell.

“The birds will probably be all over it soon as the sun rises, but it makes a pretty picture for now,” she said as she put the hose back where she found it. “Thanks for the water.”

“No problem,” Gunner said as he swayed on his feet again.

The two ladies walked off, not bothering to look back.

“I like her,” Gunner said as he watched the women get into their car and drive off.

I winced at the decibel of the car’s exhaust.

“I thought you said that she didn’t get along with her sister?” Jasper asked, appearing as if out of thin air.

“She doesn’t,” I admitted. “You saw how they were fighting.”

“That’s normal, though,” Jasper, also known as Hush, pointed out. “I fight with my own sister like that.”

“I think it’s normal for everyone,” Gunner, a.k.a. Jinx, admitted. “You should see how my uncle’s kids fight. They’re fuckin’ crazy.”

Gunner got quiet after that, and I wondered if he was thinking about his own life, and whether his son would’ve been a little crazy right along with his cousins.

Gunner’s son, Jett, had died over a decade ago in a school shooting.

After that, Gunner had gone into the MLB—major league baseball—and played for quite a few high profile teams before he’d decided to quit.

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