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Michael gives a deep sigh. “No, he’s causing too much of a scene. The whole town would notice.”
“Spoilsport,” Kaleb tuts, disappointed. “Can we kill Darrell?”
“I already did. He made the mistake of coming into Lara’s room . . . while I was in there.”
Kaleb laughs, drawing Cooper’s attention.
“You think this is funny, boy? I’ll show you funny.”
“Easy!” Christopher snaps, blocking the way with a hand on Cooper’s chest.
The three brothers step out onto the porch, spreading out. Michael stands at the top of the steps, Kaleb to his left, and Daniel has moved in front of Helen to his right. Like a choreographed dance. Each man knows where to go.
“They belong in prison!” Cooper spits.
“I’ve told you before, leave my property,” Christopher demands. “I’m sorry about your nephew, but my boys had nothing to do with it.”
All three men stand tall at his words.
Something glints to my left, catching my eye. Kaleb’s holding a kitchen knife clutched behind his back.
I choke on my breath a little.
When had he grabbed that off the cutting board? It still has pieces of chopped mushroom on it.
The handle rolls around in his hand. He’s comfortable, too comfortable. But not like a chef because he’s holding it wrong. He clutches it in a way that points the blade behind him. You wouldn’t do that to cut something . . . you’d do it to stab something.
Holy shit, he’s one of them. My gaze slides between the three brothers. Halloween, in my dorm, had clearly been something they’d been prepared for.
How many? How many have they killed? Did they all deserve it? Is Cooper right? God, should I have gone to the police?
I’m just as bad as Michael. We’re all going to jail.
Panic consumes me, taking my breath.How stupid can I be?I’m out here letting this man ruin my body for others, all the while ignoring that he killed a man. It doesn’t matter that he saved me, right?
“Get him out of here.” Michael’s words pierce my brain, but they just don’t register.
Hands, large and warm, stroke my numb face. Lips brush my skin, slowly working their way to my mouth, until eventually they coax me into a slow, sweet kiss. One that breathes life into me and takes away my anxiety, leaving me soft and my brain foggy.
“You still want to go into town for errands?” he whispers against my mouth.
I nod, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what I wanted to go for. All I know is, killer or not, I just want his lips against mine again.
Shit, I’m in trouble.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Michael
“Thanks for taking me home to change first,” Lara says, blowing into her latte.
I eye the drink. I’m not sure caffeine is the best choice right now, but who can say no when those big brown eyes plead with you?
“Can’t have you wearing shorts all day, can we?” I wink, referring to the way Charlie’s leggings had been far too short. At five feet nine and all leg, Lara never stood a chance.
She blushes at my words.
“It’s not my fault. I should have just worn Sam’s jeans with a belt.”
