Page 84 of His Obsession

Great.

He got out and came towards me. I gave a slight smile and met him halfway, wrapping my arms around him. I don’t know why I did it because Randall and I definitely didn’t have this relationship.

I was willing to put money down that he hated me; I messed up his scary world, and he didn’t like the chaos I came with.

I didn’t care how he felt about me at that moment, though. They pulled tight my emotional cord, and I was about to break. He put his arms around me and held me while quiet tears rolled down my cheeks.

“How did you find me?”

“You’re predictable.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue, handing it to me. Emotions made him uncomfortable. I’d figured that out by now.

I took the tissue and stepped away from him, wiping my eyes and nose. Randall placed a hand on my back and led me to the truck.

“He’s not all bad, Liz. There are worse people out there that deserve your ire.”

I settled into my seat, listening to his words. Worse people that I would even go so far as to name Randall as one of them.

“There is always going to be someone worse out there, Randall.”

The door shut, and it left me in silence for a moment, mulling it over. Randall opened the door and took his seat.

“Don’t take me back. I’m not ready yet,” I whispered.

“I’m not.”

Randall drove around a few blocks and pulled into the car park at my house—I wasn’t that far from my home.

“I don’t want to go in there,” I said, resting my hand on the door.

Lucy was in there, and I didn’t want to tell her everything I had just learned. Lucy might be a wild child with a crazy streak, but stalking would be a no-go for her and demand I kick him to the curb. I didn’t want that advice. I think I secretly wanted someone to convince me to stay. I couldn’t imagine not seeing Alek—not being around him.

My name is Elizabeth Keel, and I’m falling for a killer who is stalking me.

“I don’t know what to tell ya. You don’t want to go to Alek’s, and you don’t want to go home. So, where do you want to go then?”

Color me surprised. I thought he would say “tough-shit” and kick me out the door. Randall was thoughtless like that. I wasn’t used to being given choices.

A brilliant idea popped up. “Let’s go to the gun range.”

Randall’s face lit up, and he raised his eyebrows. “You keep talking like that, and I might just start liking you.”

A grin beat across my face as I opened the door. “I’ll be right back. I need to change my clothes.”

Randall nodded with acknowledgment.

I ran to my bedroom and pulled out jean shorts and a purple t-shirt. The shorts were long enough to cover my fresh pink scars, and the t-shirt covered all but one. I ran towards the door when Lucy jumped out, blocking my path.

“Are you running away? Did something happen? I’ll kill him, where is he?” She beat off her questions faster than I could answer.

“I’m fine, I’ll tell you later. I’m going to go shooting with Randall.” I gave her a big hug and walked around her.

“I can tell you have been crying. You will tell me later, or I’ll get it from Jake.”

That was an annoying reminder that they had—from what I understood—a healthy, honest relationship. It caused me to go green with envy.

“Promise.” I shut the door behind me and ran to the truck.