I hadn’t seen Dad in four years.
Jensen stared at me. What? Why didn’t you tell me that?Crap. I . . . the cops didn’t find anything, so I thought it was just my imagination. The window wasn’t open and there was no mask on the bed when the police got there. My gaze swung back to Shaw. I told myself it was my imagination, but I also think it’s kind of hard to imagine all of that.
Shaw didn’t answer immediately, and when he did, it was a totally vague response that wasn’t him agreeing or disagreeing. Unease grew, slithering through me like noxious smoke. What if that thing had been in my house? I knew it was possible, but I’d been able to convince myself otherwise over the last couple of days. A shudder worked its way through my body, and Jensen’s hand shifted, his fingers curling around my knee.How close were you to Monica? Shaw asked.I wasn’t at all.
His forehead creased. But you went to school together since elementary, correct?Yes. It was a little weird realizing that Shaw had done his homework. Then again, in a town this size, it wasn’t hard to make the assumption that we’d grown up together. But we were never close. We hung out in different crowds and she wasn’t always . . . I trailed off, thinking it would be work to finish that sentence.
She wasn’t what? he coaxed gently.
I pressed my lips together. Monica, like Wendy and Shawna, had never been particularly nice to people. Up until this week, I’d never had a problem with any of them, but . . .I didn’t give her time to respond. Instead, I captured her mouth with mine and let my kiss answer the question for her.
Our make-out session turned into more when Charlotte climbed off my lap and lay on the blanket, tugging me by the shirt on top of her. The horizontal position we found ourselves in was giving me all kinds of ideas, especially when she spread her legs and let me slip my hips between them. She lifted slightly, digging her heels into the ground, increasing the friction between us.Every time I moved against her, she let out ragged little whimpers.
You trying to kill me? I said, feeling like I was about to burst at the seams.Not yet. There’s something I’d like first. She reached between us and palmed the bulge between my legs. Her slender fingers gripped me through the denim, and damn, did it feel good.