Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
CARTER
We drove out to a small little town called Happy Valley which seemed fitting. Every precaution has been taken. A security detail, including Butch trails behind us, keeping their distance.
“This is weird, knowing we are being followed.” Heather says as we walk along the small Main Street lined with various shops.
“Ignore them, Little Heathen. It’s only us. Nothing else matters.”
She stops walking and a small squeal escapes from her lips as she turns to me, her eyes sparkling and her lips pulling into an ear-to-ear grin.
“Ice cream. We need ice cream.”
Knox chuckles as he moves beside us and Killian walks to our other side being sure she has full coverage.
“That’s a want, Tesoro. Not a need.”
She turns to him with a gasp, feigning shock.
“It’s a need, Knox. A deep, intense need.”
I wrap my arm around her waist. Pulling her tight against my chest, I lean down and kiss her neck. Inhaling her scent, I allow it to fill me. I fucking love her smell.
“Since it’s a need, let's go get you ice cream.”
When I release her, she takes my hand and pulls me toward the ice cream shop. Killian walks ahead of us and opens the door as we walk inside.
Heather gazes at the different ice cream choices, her eyes focused as she considers what she wants. Suddenly, her eyes widen. Turning to Knox she speaks with excitement clear in her voice.
“They have peanut butter and chocolate. Peanut butter is life.”
Knox shakes his head, a bitter look on his face as if he bit into a lemon.
“I hate peanut butter. You can have it all.”
Killian and I don’t mind it but Knox has never recovered from our childhood of never ending peanut butter sandwiches.
She turns to the teenager working behind the counter.
“One scoop of peanut butter and chocolate, please. In a waffle cone.”
“That will be all,” Killian says and Heather turns with her hands on her hips glaring at all three of us.
“I’m not eating alone. One of you needs to get something.”
I swear there’s something about short women that makes them have an attitude.
“One scoop of chocolate in a bowl, please.”
After handing the young man cash for our treat I take both, hand Heather hers, and we walk outside to the patio tables in front of the shop.
“I can’t believe you two aren’t getting ice cream.”
Killian's lips lift into a smirk as he watches her run her tongue over her dripping cone.
“Oh I would have, Killer, but they didn’t have my favorite flavor.”
She stops mid lick and her cheeks turn bright red as she mutters something about him being a pervert. If that makes him guilty of perversion then we all are.
Kill pulls his phone out when it chimes with a text alert, his expression turning serious before he sets it down.
I arch an eyebrow in question but he subtly shakes his head while Heather obliviously enjoys her ice cream.
My spider senses are tingling and somehow I know this might not be good news.
When it comes to the Prophet and his family there’s never good news.
I have a funny feeling it’s about him but Kill wants to let her enjoy herself before he brings it all crashing down.