Page 49 of Rest In Pieces

He holds his hands up to show me he’s innocent.

I snort and look at Nevaeh. “I won’t be long.”

“Take as long as you need, Amity. It’s not like I’ll get bored.”

Hoping I’m not making a huge mistake, I lead G back to the RV, open the door, and follow him inside.

He lets out a long whistle. “Shit, this place is nice. Talk about perks of the job.”

“It’s not the studio’s. It’s mine. This is where I live.”

“Really?”

“Really,” I snap defensively, feeling unsettled that he’s here.

“Not judging you, Amity. It’s actually pretty fucking cool, if you ask me.”

I stay where I am as he moves around the RV, poking his head into the bedroom at the other end. “Spook? What’s the deal with that?”

“I’m like a ghost on set with how quietly I move around. Why G?”

“It’s short for Genesis. I grew up in a cult full of religious fanatics. I have two brothers, Exodus and Leviticus too. Though I haven’t spoken to them since I ran away at sixteen.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Last I heard they turned out just as zealous and judgmental as our parents so it’s no real loss.”

“Why not use a different name altogether like your club brothers? I know damn fine Blade’s mama did not call him that.”

He looks over at me and grins sheepishly. “Fun fact, you don’t get to pick your club names.”

“Okay?”

“So I might be a badass cybersecurity expert now, but back then I was just a computer geek with the name Genesis. My first day as a prospect, I turned up wearing a Sonic the Hedgehog T-shirt. I’m lucky they kept calling me Genesis. They could have called me Sega.”

“The old games console?” I snicker. “Bet that makes you feel old. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Sega Genesis in real life.”

He turns and walks toward me. I fight the urge to back up. I might feel out of sorts, but I’m not a coward. The problem is, I’m still buzzing with adrenaline, making me want to either fight or fuck.

“How about we talk about something else?” He growls.

“What do you want to talk about?”

“You.”

“What about me?”

“I want to know everything about you.”

“Why? I already told you this is a bad idea.”

“I know, and I heard you. I just decided I don’t give a fuck.”

In the next heartbeat, he’s on me. I reach out to push him away, but instead of shoving him hard, I fist his T-shirt and yank him closer. He presses me against the door, caging me in as he slams his mouth down on mine and slips his tongue between my lips, making us both groan.

He reaches down and picks me up with ease. I wrap my legs around his hips, not putting up a fight when he carries me into the bedroom.

This is a bad idea, so fucking bad. But I’d rather regret something I did than something I didn’t do.