Page 61 of Unhinged Kallie

I swirled my tongue around the top of the tall ice cream cone with three flavors. It was so hot that it was already dripping, and Carter was frozen mid-sentence as he watched me lick my fingers. Not taking my eyes off his, I dragged my tongue from the bottom of the ice cream to the top. He licked his lips.

“Would you like some?”

“Huh?”

“The ice cream, would you like some?”

I held it up to him and had to keep from rubbing my legs together as he dropped his head to the cone and sucked the tip into his mouth.

“You were saying?”

“I…um….”

“You said I gave you a heart attack?”

“Oh…yeah. Don’t take off like that. You freaked me out. There are a lot of assholes here.”

I smirked, considering I hadn’t been hit on all day, but a creepy teacher had just hit on him.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Don’t call me that. Anything but that.” He shivered, making me laugh.

“How about, Sir?”

“How about my name?”

“You’re no fun,” I said, joking with him until the octopus skipped over. Claire looked like she was trying out for a lifeguard show, and I wanted to vomit.

“Hey, you two coming to play the next round?”

“Sure, why not.”

* * *

Troy picked me and Talon up so Carter could take Claire out for dinner. She stupidly announced where that would be, and I realized I needed a better way to track people. It just sucked that the person I’d ask to help me track someone and the person I wanted to track were the same person.

As soon as we got home, I ran inside and changed into black yoga pants and a snug long sleeve black shirt. Hmmm, maybe I should buy something professional, like a catsuit. I could picture the look on my dad’s face if I said I wanted to dress like Cat Woman to stalk people. His first words would be, that doesn’t blend in, and he wouldn’t even see the humor.

Smiling, I shook my head. I loved my dad, even if he was cock blocking me. Carter’s earlier reaction made me wonder if Dad had threatened him at some point. It was totally something he would do.

I strapped on my knives, but they stood out too much.

“Where are you going?” I jumped as my heart beat like a race car going from zero to sixty in two seconds flat.

My dad casually leaned against the door frame, and I weighed my options. I could lie, or I could tell him the truth.

“I wouldn’t bother lying to me. I’ll know and then follow you anyway.”

And there went the first option.

“I’m following Carter,” I mumbled, looking at the ground.

“Following Carter or stalking Carter,” he asked, and I shrugged.

“Technically, they’re the same thing…right?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. This felt like a touchy subject, even though he’d never said anything to me before.