Page 71 of Skye's Fall

“What?”

“I know some couples thrive on killing, but that’s not us,” she chuckles.

“I need to try to keep my thoughts to myself,” I grumble, taking a bite of food. Okay, she can ask me to do anything as long as she cooks for me. This is heaven.

“I need you to trust me,” she says as she takes a seat across from me.

“I do, but why particularly this day.”

“Because we’re taking a stroll down memory lane,” she gets up from the table and grabs something from the counter. As she sits back down, she sets whatever it is on the table and I see it’s an old-fashioned GPS system.

“I don’t understand.” I’m so confused. I just came to shoe a horse. Or did I?

“You will. I mean, one of the horses does need shoes, but this is a bit more important,” she grabs some waters out of the fridge. She’s in such a hurry, she takes my plate midbite and throws it in the sink.

“What the . . .” I try to go for the plate, salvaging the last of my breakfast, but she stops me. Memphis needs to have a talk with her, you never mess with a man and his breakfast.

“Come on,” she ushers me out to my truck.

I get in, and wait for her. Once she’s in, I sit and contemplate.

“Linc.” She’s staring at me as I drum my fingers on my dashboard.

“I’m not sure what’s gotten into you.”

“I need you to trust me,” she replies as she hands me the GPS and a card with coordinates on it.

“What is this?”

“Go and you will find out,” she urges me.

Curiosity gets the better of me and I plug the coordinates in and drive the route. Town comes into view and I find myself at the malt shop.

“What am I doing here?”

“Please just humor me and go inside.”

I get out and look around. I feel like I’m on a hidden camera show. Not sure who is going to jump out, or what will be thrown at me.

The bell rings as I step in the door and I see Jimmy sitting at a table stuffing his face with ice cream.

“What are you doing?”

“Eating ice cream and waiting on you,” he grins and takes another bite of ice cream before holding out a card to me.

I stand there, staring at him.

“You going to take it?” He wiggles it around at me.

“I don’t know. This is weird.”

“You had your first date with Skye here,” Jimmy reminds me. And with that, the memory hits me. I brought her here after a dance. We left early and came here. She looked so cute with chocolate shake all over her face.

“Go on,” Jimmy urges me to take the card andthenpushes me out the door. Ever is sitting in the truck with a shit-eating grin. Fine, I’ll play along.

“Where to next?” Ever asks as we wave to Jimmy.

“Don’t know just yet.” I plug in the next coordinates and take off.