Page 111 of A Curse On Black Lake
I laugh and slide my hands up her sides. “Would you still want me?” I ask her.
She nods, biting her lower lip.
“That was faster than I expected.”
“What? Time?” she asks.
“Yeah, I figured you’d need more. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad, but I can understand your hesitation. This is intense for both of us, but I know what I want.”
She drags her hands over my shoulders and down my arms. “You’ve been veryconvincing.”
I chuckle and kiss her cheek again.
Her eyes are bright and clear, and it makes my heart swell in my chest.She looks damn good in my hat.
“But what about everything else?” she asks.
“We’ll figure it out. I don’t think what we have has anything to do with murder and stalking,” I tell her.
She kisses the corner of my mouth. “I hope that’s true.”
“Are you done here? Ready to go home?” I ask her.
Eliana gets off my lap, and I reluctantly let her.
“Wait, can we go to the library?” she asks.
I pluck my hat off her head and put it on. “What? Am I so boring you need extra reading materials to get through the day?”
She grins and walks back toward her flowers. “You said it, not me.”
I chuckle and rub my beard, watching her walk away from me. “It’s Sunday, I don’t think it’s open,” I holler.
She spins around, walking backwards. “Oh, I forgot. Can we go tomorrow?”
“Sure. But what are you looking for?”
“Are you hungry? I’m hungry,” she says, snipping a few more flowers, dodging my question.
I’m hungry for something alright.
“Yeah, I could eat.”
“Me too, but we need some things.”
“Then move that sassy ass a little faster so we can get to the store in time!”
“Yes, sir,” she yells and snips a few more flowers. “But you’ll be the one cooking for that little comment.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say as she walks towards me with her bouquet. The picture of a beautiful future pops in my head, and I push it away. One day at a time. I put the watering can back, and wait for her as she gathers her bouquet and comes back to the porch.
“You know, I was planning on cooking for you anyway.”
She smiles softly. “I’d like that.”
Eliana digs around in the kitchen and drops the flowers in a large mason jar to bring home. She locks up the house, and we hop in the truck headed to Delilah’s for a few groceries.
The downtown area is relatively quiet since it’s Sunday. Not as many people are out. When I was a Captain, Sundays were usually calmer. But Saturdays were the opposite, because theywere opportunities for body dumps. A lot of bodies have been found on Saturday nights.
