Recalled (24 page)
Piper laughed. “Okay, you convinced me.”
“Let’s go,” I said, jumping up, wobbling a little on my feet.
“Slow down,” Piper said, holding out her hands as if she might need to catch me. “I need to go home and pack a bag.”
“I dug some money out of my pocket and handed the nurse a couple hundred-dollar bills. “Will this cover the bill?”
“Sure will,” she said, taking it and then waving us away. “Don’t come back until you’ve had all the fun you can stand.”
My stomach tightened. I wondered what she’d say if she knew Piper wouldn’t be coming back at all.
“Phone -
To impart (information or news, for example) by telephone.”
Piper
She answered on the first ring.
“Hey, I’m running a few minutes late. I’ll be by soon to drive you to campus.”
“I don’t need a ride anymore, Frankie,” I replied, holding back a wince, waiting for the inquisition to begin.
“What do you mean? Are you riding the bus?”
“No, I’m actually not going to classes today.”
Here it comes… three… two… one.
“What happened?! Oh my God. Did you almost die again?!”
“No, Frankie, I didn’t.” I sighed. “I just… Dex came by the diner…”
“I should’ve known he was involved.” Frankie snorted. “What did he do?”
“He’s taking me away for the weekend. We’re going to that resort on the outside of town to see the northern lights.”
She gasped. Then she squealed. “I knew it! You got it so bad,” she yelled into the phone.
I slid a glance at Dex who was standing nearby, acting like he wasn’t listening. I’m sure he was. But I sure hoped he didn’t hear Frankie.
“I just wanted to let you know I wouldn’t be home so you wouldn’t worry,” I said into the phone, trying not to smile.
“Uh-huh. I want a full report when you come home.”
“Deal,” I agreed.
“Oh, and Piper,” she sang. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
It was my turn to snort. But then I sobered. “Frankie. Take it easy this weekend, huh? Stay in.”
“Oh, sure, you can go out, but I can’t?”
“I don’t want to worry about you,” I said low. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea that I leave after that vision I had.
Frankie sighed dramatically. “I don’t have plans anyway. I have to work half of tomorrow and then Sunday I’ll probably sleep all day and await your juicy phone call full of details.”
I smiled. That made me feel a little better. “I’ll call you, ‘kay?”
“Yeah. Have fun. You deserve it.”
I hung up the phone and came around the nurse’s station where Dex was leaning on the counter.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” I agreed, butterflies dancing just beneath my ribcage. I’d never spent a weekend away with a guy before.
“We’ll go to your place so you can pack a bag and then mine so I can pack one too. After that we’ll hit the road,” he said as we walked to the door.
At first I wasn’t sure if this trip was a good idea, and I guess I was a little nervous, but it did sound like fun. Plus, it would give me a chance to spend a little extra time with Dex. Maybe, just maybe, by the end of the weekend all my questions about this guy would be answered and the “report” that I owed Frankie would be overflowing with information.
“Warning -
An intimation, threat, or sign of impending danger or evil.”
Dex
I took the stairs two at a time and didn’t pause at his bedroom door. I didn’t really want to talk to him and was hoping if I moved fast enough I wouldn’t have to deal with him at all. I found a duffle bag in my closet and began shoving in a few pairs of jeans and other necessary items I would need. Whatever I forgot I’d just buy once we got there.
Now that my plan was in action, I was motivated to see it through. The sooner I got this over with, the sooner I could move on.
The thought made me drop the rolled-up socks in my hand. Moving on implied that I would be upset, that this was something I was going to have to move past. It wasn’t. This was a job, plain and simple.
Then why do you have to remind yourself of that?
a voice in the back of my head argued.
I picked the socks up and shoved them in my bag as I saw a cloud of red out of the corner of m eye. Suddenly, I didn’t mind so much talking to Charming. It was preferable to thinking.
“Is that the Target I see sitting out there in your car in the driveway?” he asked, leaning against the doorjamb.
“I’m taking the Target out of town for the weekend.”
“You do realize you’re supposed to kill her, not date her, right?”
This guy really had a way of getting under my skin.
“I’m going to finish the job this weekend.”
“I could just go outside right now and take care of that quick,” he said, pushing away from the door and coming farther into the room. “Smile my handsome smile, get her to roll down the window, and the minute she does I could just reach inside and snap her neck.” As he spoke he held out his hands like they were really reaching for her. “It would be over in two seconds.”
Without any kind of warning I swung the duffle up and around, catching him in the side of the face. He stumbled and fell into the closet door, which buckled so he fell into the closet, knocking several hangers off the rack.
“Keep your hands off my Target,” I ground out, dropping the bag.
He righted himself quickly and looked at me with flashing, angry eyes. Then he smiled a cruel smile and turned for the door.
He was going after her.
I launched myself at him and leaped onto his back. He fell forward onto his knees and I took the chance to punch him in the kidney. His breath made a whooshing sound and then he hit the floor. As he hit, he rolled so he was on his back, facing me. I was straddling him from when I jumped onto his back and so I drew my fist back to punch him again.
He caught my fist in his hand and squeezed… He squeezed so hard I thought my bones might break. How much strength did this guy possess?
I wasn’t willing to find out. So I kneed him.
I climbed off him and stood as he rolled into the fetal position, cupping himself.
“Don’t you know there’s a guy code about never nailing another guy in his family jewels?” Charming said with a strained voice.
“There is no guy code where I come from.” I spat. Then I leaned down in his face. “And if you threaten me or my Target again, you’ll find out what other dirty tricks I learned from the streets.”
He sprung up, hitting my shoulders, and I fell back but caught my balance. He stood in the center of the room with a red face and a heaving chest. I calmly grabbed the duffle bag and slung it over my shoulder.
“Don’t be here when I get back.”
“You better kill that girl this weekend,” Charming said, his voice unnaturally calm and low. I stopped in the doorway to hear what he would say next. “Because if she comes back, you’re going to wish she hadn’t. I’ll go after her and use every single one of my ninety years’ experience to make sure she suffers. And then I’ll come for you.”
He’s been killing people for ninety years?
That would explain his sense of entitlement, but not his lack of patience. I glanced over my shoulder, pretending his words didn’t bother me at all.
“I thought old people were supposed to be wise. You aren’t very wise at all because making an enemy out of me is the stupidest thing you could ever do.”
Then I walked away, down the hall and toward the stairs. From behind me he called out. “This weekend. Finish the job or I will.”
This time I didn’t look back. I was afraid if I did he’d see genuine fear on my face.
“Ominous -
threatening or foreshadowing evil or tragic developments.”
Piper
My favorite song was playing on the radio when Dex pulled into the driveway of his townhouse. As Snow Patrol’s “Chasing Cars”
played, I mouthed the words. After a few minutes of us just sitting in the driveway, the car idling, I realized he wasn’t moving. I turned my head and looked at him. He was watching me. I felt my cheeks heat under his gaze.
“What?” I asked.
“You like this song?” He smiled.
“No. I just mouth the words to songs I really hate,” I said sarcastically but with a smile on my face.
“I do that all the time too.” He grinned. “Why is it the worst lyrics always get stuck in your head?”
I laughed. “I don’t listen to songs I don’t like.”
“Huh. Now there’s an idea.”
I shook my head.
“If I leave you out here in the car with the engine running, you aren’t going to steal it and run away are you?” He teased.
“I don’t know. I might. This is a pretty amazing car.”
“It won’t be as amazing once I get out of it.” He wagged his eyebrows.
“I think that bump on your head has done more damage than we realized,” I said seriously.
He pulled on his glasses and looked at me over the black rims. “I assure you, I’m thinking perfectly clear.”
I laughed and a new song drifted through the speakers.
“I’ll be right back. I’m just going to grab a few things. That’s all that’ll fit in the trunk with the fifty pounds of stuff you brought.”
“I did not bring fifty pounds of things.” I sniffed. “Only forty-five.”
“Close enough,” he replied and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. I watched him run up to the front door and let himself into the townhouse.
I really couldn’t believe the way my life had been going lately. It was so full of unexpected twists and turns. And now, here I was, about to go on a weekend getaway with a guy. It was kind of surreal.
The song that was playing on the radio was not one of my favorites so I leaned forward to turn the volume down and when I did, some movement in the upstairs window caught my eye. I looked up, and there was definitely something or someone there. But the person—a man?—was standing back from the glass, not right up behind it so I couldn’t make out who it was. Plus, there were sheer curtains hanging and they were almost pulled together, only giving me a glimpse at the dark shape through the crack.
I doubted it was Dex. Why would he stand in the window and look out when he was supposed to be packing? Then I grinned. Maybe it was him and he was really looking to see if I had taken off with his car.
