Page 130 of One Killer Night

He nods, shoving his hands into his pockets at the same time as I do.

“Yeah, it’s closed between lunch and dinner, unfortunately.”

I shrug. “Oh well, I guess I’ll have to find something to do other than eat my feelings.”

“Well, I don’t know. Ice cream always seems like a good idea. I could go for some cherry vanilla.”

“Same . . .” I’m basically salivating.

He smirks. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m management.”

We both chuckle as he motions with his head for me to follow him. My eyes grow wide with excitement as he walks backward, then turns around and sneaks around the side of the building.

I glance over my shoulder before I follow, only briefly thinking that I should tell my sister what I’m doing, but my stomach’s growling too loud, so I split.

When I round the corner, he’s disappeared into the shadows.Where did he go so fast?

“Remus,” I whisper, feeling cautious but still walking away from the crowds of people, before I hear my name, which makes me jump again.

“You have got to stop doing that.”

He chuckles and waves me into a side door before I slip inside the darkened room, which I now realize is the side entrance to the kitchen.

The door closes behind me, taking with it the sound from outside, as I follow him deeper into the kitchen, all the way to the back, where the freezers are.

I shrug against the chill as he walks inside the large silver doors, where rows of large tubs sit on metal racks. He’s eyeing the labels, going from one to the other, before he stops and looks up at me with a smirk.

“You know for someone so scared of everything, you’re awfully trusting.”

My brows draw together and my head turns over my shoulder as the door shuts on its own behind me.

“Don’t worry,” he adds. “I’m harmless.”

“Does that open from the inside?” I rush out, hearing him chuckle again.

“Yeah ... getting locked in is a myth. Which is great because if you did get locked in and screamed, nobody would hear you.”

I smile, but I can’t lie: I’m suddenly not so sure this was a good idea.

“Here we go,” he says with gusto, then pulls out a tub and takes the lid off. “Grab that scoop.”

My eyes follow to where he’s pointing. I walk over, grab the ice cream scooper, and bring it back to him. He scoops two bowlfuls into ones he brought in with him, before he hands me mine with a smile.

“How about we enjoy these with a better view?”

I nod, my hand already on the spoon, ready to stuff my face. “I’m in.”

Remus leads me back through the dark cafeteria and out the other side to the rear of the camp, where a lake sits. There’s another picnic table, so we set up shop and dive into our unsanctioned treats.

“Mmm,” I hum after the first bite. “This is exactly what I needed.”

He has the same response as we sit and stare at the water, just eating. Strangely enough, it’s comfortable.

The view is incredible, much like the one I saw earlier when I went for my hike.

“It’s pretty out here,” he remarks.

I’m staring out when I notice a small cabin in the distance. “Hey, what’s that? Do people live out here?”