Page 199 of A Curse On Black Lake
“I don’t know. I don’t understand it either. But that’s why they had grounds to arrest me.”
“It was planted. There’s no other explanation!” I shriek.
“I know, baby,” he says, dragging his thumb across my cheekbone.
“Then how do we fix it?” I ask him.
“I’m trying to figure that out right now.”
“I came up with a better plan, since last night didn’t work, and I’m going to catch him. If it really is Wyatt, he knows I’m onto him,” I say the last bit quietly.
Killian sighs and pushes my hair back. “I really don’t want you to do this. You got lucky. Wyatt told me he drove by last night, but it was dark and quiet.”
I nod. “We don’t know if I got lucky. He could have something planned,” I mutter.
“Let’s hope not.” He frowns at me. “When was the last time you ate?” he asks.
“I don’t remember. When is the last time you ate?” I ask him.
He chuckles and shrugs. “I don’t know. They gave me a PB&J last night. I think that was it.”
I huff. “I’m sure you’re starving. I’ll make you a couple of sandwiches and bring them back.”
“Well then, make yourself one too,” he says.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I snap.
Killian chuckles and leans forward. “Come here, little witch. I need those spellbinding lips.”
I kiss him and lean my forehead against his as much as I can. “Don’t give up, okay? I saw that look in your eyes. Please … I need you,” I whisper, and I know it’s selfish. I’m terrible for asking this of him.
“I know,” he rasps.
“I’m going to trap him,” I tell Killian.
“That’s crazy. How in the world are you going to pull that off?” he asks. “Not that I’m encouraging you to do this,” he blurts.
“I figure Tiny can help me out. He’ll hear the bastard coming before I do. And then I’ll pull a gun on him. Shoot him in the kneecaps if I have to.”
Killian chuckles and shakes his head. “My very own Annie Oakley,” he says.
“I know it’s all about timing, but we’re running out of options, cowboy.”
“I know, I know,” he says, rubbing his beard. “Let me think about it. Come back later?”
“Of course. I’ll be back with your food.”
“They might not let you,” he says.
“They can try and stop me,” I mumble.
He chuckles again. “That’s my girl.”
I kiss him and step back. “If I can pull this off, then you should be out by tomorrow, right?”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I don’t like this idea as it is,” he says.
“I’m going to do it unless you can convince Wyatt to let you go.”
