eleven
KENZIE
It feels as though someone is playing a cruel game with me. I arrive in the venue room and there Lance stands under the archway—just like I imagined seeing him do one day.
He turns and looks at me because of the noise that came out of me when I found him.
“Come on, one foot in front of the other.” Blake grabs my elbow and guides me down the row between the chairs, already waiting for people to fill them.
Lance clears his throat and steps out from under the archway. “So, you’re here.”
“Yeah. And so far, no one has tried to kill me. How much do you think the bounty is on my head?”
Blake laughs because the man hates tension and conflict.
“I’d say a hundred dollars. It’s the taxidermy that will really cost them when they want to mount your head.”
Blake laughs again, hard
