Page 18 of Pretty Psychos
"I can't say I know," I said, "but if his brother is anything to go by, he should be relatively talented."
She fanned herself with her hand. "Do you think he'll like me?"
"I'm sure he will," I agreed. "How could he not? You’re you."
"I can't wait, I'm excited already." She seemed genuinely thrilled at the prospect. She was too adorable.
I hoped Mikko didn't disappoint her and turn out to be a massive asshole. Although, sometimes being a massive asshole wasn't a disappointment. Take Woody for example. He was still right there with the glares and snide remarks, but there was a whole other side to him. A vulnerable side I wanted to tease out and get to know better.
"You're the best." Savannah gave me a hug, squeezing hard.
"I don't know about that," I said. "I can't help thinking, if we weren't friends, you wouldn't have been dragged into all of this."
"Maybe, but I would have missed out on a lot," she said firmly. "I wouldn't miss out on your friendship for anything."
"I can't decide if you're going to make me blush or cry," I admitted.
"Why would you cry?" she asked, leaning back and wiping tears from her cheeks.
"For the same reason you would," I said, wiping some from my own. "I appreciate you, and the fact you haven't run away from me and my guys. Yet."
She laughed softly. "I admit, they can be a little scary, but I've seen the way they look at you. If anyone tried to hurt you, they'd regret it. Not for very long, though, I suspect."
"Probably not," I agreed, thinking back to the senator and the things Woody did to him before he killed him. And then the things Leif did to him after Woody killed him. And then to whatever Leif was doing to his skin while we were standing here talking. Letting it dry, I presumed. Wasn't that how they made leather?
I made a mental note not to look that up. If I knew more, I'd imagine more. I'd already imagined enough as it was.
Although, could I really judge Leif? I'd now carved a skull into a dead man's forehead and stabbed another in the chest. When it came to the desecration of dead bodies, I was right up there with him. Sort of. I didn't plan to wear their dead bodies on my feet.
What would I do if Leif presented me with a pair of senator skin shoes? I guessed that depended on the style. If they went with something I already owned…
What was I thinking? Would I really wear a pair of shoes made from a person?
That thought was interrupted when Forrest shouted, "Are you nearly ready?" before he dragged in a pair of brand new suitcases that must have just been delivered.
Both had already been opened, presumably so they could be checked for explosives. How considerate of him. I didn't want to put my new clothes in an exploding suitcase. That really would be a waste. Not to mention, we might die in the process. That would be a bummer.
"Thank you." I took my suitcase from him, placed it on the bed, opened the lid, and started to pile everything inside.
Savannah took the handle of her suitcase and wheeled it toward the room she was staying in so she could do the same.
"Are you all right?" Forrest asked, pulling me from my task to envelop me in a hug. "I haven't had a chance to catch up with you."
"I'm fine," I assured him. "I'm looking forward to seeing your place down at Saltgrave."
He brushed hair back off my face. "I think you'll like it. It's a little cold for the beach, but it will be nice to get some air. If we can take out a predator or two while we're there, that's even better. A few of them own properties down there."
"That's a bonus," I told him, kissing his mouth.
"You're a bonus," he said softly. "I love you."
"I love you too," I told him, my heart fluttering like crazy.
When I first met him, I never would have pictured we'd end up here. He was handsome, distinguished, influential, and I was, well, me. Bordering on becoming a house mouse because of my past. He'd dragged me up out of that into the sunlight. I'd never not be grateful for him
He pulled me closer against him, pressing the length of his body to mine. "If we didn't have to get out of here…" His cock nudged my hip.
Now it was the pulse in my clit fluttering.
