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“Oh, anything about murder.” She answers so quickly that I actually feel my balls quiver.
“That’s unsettling for me.”
She chuckles, and it’s such a sweet sound. I don’t get to hear it often, but when it does come out, I enjoy it immensely. It makes me think that I’m doing all the right things.
“I find murder fascinating?—”
“Once again, that’s horrifying for me.”
“I don’t want to commit the murder. I just like the mystery and thrill behind the documentaries or movies. It’s the same as you writing about it. I just really like action-packed things and suspense, and I don’t mind a romantic interest there either.”
“But it has to have a murder?”
“Obviously. If no one is murdered, then I’m not interested.”
“Looks like I’m going to sleep with one eye open from now on.”
“Probably best.” She smirks.
Fuck, that smile. She’s gorgeous on the regular, but when that smile comes into play, I can practically feel it pierce through my soul, like I was assigned the task in life to make her smile.
“Okay, so murder and ice cream. Got it.” I stand from my chair and say, “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“Uh, to enjoy some murder and ice cream. Did you not understand that?”
“Apparently not. Where are we going to enjoy this murder and ice cream?”
“I’ll show you,” I say. I lend out my hand for her to take it, but instead, she sticks her hands in her pockets, giving me a clear sign that there will be no hand-holding. Okay. We’ll have to work on that.
Maybe what I have planned will grant me my first hand-hold.
Chapter Thirteen
AUBREE
“Thanks, Ethel,” Wyatt calls out as he gets into the driver’s side of my truck—he insisted on driving—and takes off down the road, away from where we’re supposed to turn to return to the farm.
“What are we doing, and why did you grab pillows and blankets from Ethel?”
“Can you not just sit back and allow me to surprise you?”
“No. I don’t like surprises.”
“Shocking,” he says as he drives down toward the general store where Dee Dee Coleman herself is waiting by the curb with a bag.
Wyatt pulls the truck to the side and says, “Can you roll down your window?”
“What is happening?” I ask while I roll down the window.
Dee Dee walks up to the truck and hands us the bag. “Put it on the tab for you, Wyatt.”
“Thanks, Dee Dee, you’re the best. I appreciate you.”
“Not a problem,” Dee Dee says. “Have fun.”
“We will.” And then he pulls back out on the road and then makes a left, right into The Talkies, our drive-in movie theater. That’s when I see what’s playing today—The Shining.
