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I can’t contain my reaction to that. It’s quite an intense statement for the situation. This guy has deeper issues than I realized. Maybe I can use that… I stop those thoughts dead. That will only drive him farther away. “Okay, whatever you want. I just need—”
“I don’t care what you need,” he says. “Get out or I’m calling your sister and telling her what you’re up to.”
I stomp out of his house, madder at myself than I am at him. Over-confidence killed my game and now I’m screwed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jaxon
I shut the door on Honey and go back to my coffee. I don’t care that she looked sad on the way out of here or that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since I actually heard her voice for the first time yesterday.
There’s a window right next to the front door, and I don’t have drapes covering it. It’s just a coincidence I see her grab a bag from her car and start off into the woods.
I’m not watching her.
I don’t care what she does.
The only reason I’m racing up the stairs to get my Bigfoot costume is because I was already planning on scaring some tourists today. It’s not because I want to make sure she’s okay.
I mean, Clover would kill me if something happened to Honey and I could have prevented it.
I should probably follow her into the woods and make sure she’s okay. It’s self-protection. From Clover. That’s it.
As quickly as I can, I put on my Bigfoot costume, but there are a lot of zippers and snaps and the fur needs a good brush so I don’t get a reputation as a poorly groomed Bigfoot. I hurry, but there’s still a good chance I’ll lose her in the woods.
Going out without the costume isn’t an option. Even with a baseball hat and sunglasses, the risk I’ll be recognized is too high. If I’m spotted out in the woods here, the paparazzi will be the next to show up and my aunt will hear about me being in town. I’ll have to move on and give up playing Bigfoot, and I’m not ready to do that.
Grateful once again that an actual Hollywood costume designer made this suit, and it isn’t impossible to move around in, I’m still careful going down the stairs. Once I hit the first floor, though, I race through the house to the front door.
I throw it open and stumble back a split second before I run into Honey, who is standing on my porch.
She screams, stumbles back, and falls down the three steps, landing on her ass at the bottom.
“What the hell?” I yell, beyond frustrated at this whole ridiculous situation.
And scared I’ve hurt her.
There’s no time to take off my Bigfoot head, so I hop down the stairs and bend over her. She’s on her back, staring at the sky, her eyes wide.
“Are you okay? What hurts?”
She moves her eyes to the right to look at me, and she winces. Then she bursts out laughing.
“Did you hit your head? Are you delirious?”
She laughs harder. “You…” she sputters.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She sits up, still laughing, and shakes her head. “No… Bigfoot… Why?”
I don’t want to go there. Especially not when she’s already laughing at me. “Who cares? We need to make sure you’re okay. What hurts?”
She manages to stop laughing. “I’m fine. What were you doing running out of the house in costume?”
I offer her a hand up and she takes it, getting to her feet and dusting herself off. “What were you doing on my front stoop?”
She glances back at the forest, her smile vanishing. “I heard something in the woods.”
