Page 57 of Property of Camo

We carry on cleaning. No music is played because we both feel like we need to hear if anything happens. Since the attack, we have all been on edge.

“We need a night out just the four of us, soon,” he calls to me.

“We need to pry Eva from Tate before we do.” I giggle and he joins in.

“True.”

“I am happy for them. Eva deserves a man who will treat her right and worship her and I know that Tate will be that man.”

“I agree with you there. So far, he has shown that he will do right by her; fuck, I think he already loves her.”

“Do you think?” I ask, stopping the mopping.

“Yeah.”

My heart sparks again, hearing how happy and in love my friends are.

“I think she loves him too. Do you think they have told each other yet?” I finish mopping and put everything away.

Clark joins me, putting the cleaning products away.

“I think so. She was glowing this morning.”

Clapping my hands together like a happy seal, I jump up and down on the spot.

“God, it makes me so happy that she gets to have this.”

I force the smile to stay in place as images of Camo flash through my head. He is still messing with my thoughts, even though he is not in my life.

He is to be yours.

A voice bursts into my head, making my steps falter.

We gather our things, and I sling my purse strap over my body, before checking that I have my cell phone and keys.

I see a text from Eva.

Eva: Be careful when you leave. Please use the prospect.

I type out a quick reply.

Me: I will, I promise.

Tucking my phone back into my bag, we walk through the gym, switching off lights as we go. We reach the door and Clark sets the alarm and a red light appears in the center of the gym.

I go to push open the door but something feels off. A wave of anxiousness rolls over me. Looking through the glass doors, I see nothing out of the ordinary, so I shake it off.

“You okay?” Clark asks.

Smiling up at him, I answer, “Yeah.”

“I will go first and get the prospect’s attention, okay? We will put you in your car, and we will follow you home.” I nod to him.

Clark goes first, calling for the prospect as we push through the doors, but we get no answer.

Something is wrong.

My soul tells me to go back into the gym but my feet won’t move.

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