“You chased me through the woods,” I said.
“What can I say? I love the chase, and you, my little doe, are fun to chase,” he said.
“You know… that little name doesn’t even bother me anymore,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
Lucy had finished her bottle. I walked to the sink, putting the bottle in there. I grabbed a washcloth, got it wet, and wiped her bum area. Just like he said, she did her business in the washcloth. I turned to walk back to the chair when Quinn grabbed my arm.
“What?” I shot out.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
I looked up from the ground, our eyes locked.
“For what?” I said.
“For everything,” he said.
“Then stop being so damned secretive,” I shot out.
“A plaything means someone is using someone, usually for sex, without feelings. Discarding them when they're done playing with them. That’s not what you are… to me,” he said.
“Then what am I to you?”
“A friend,” he said.
“Why does your cousin think you're in love with me?” I shot out. As soon as it escaped my lips, I wanted to take it back.
“We rarely see each other. He doesn’t know anything about me,” he said.
“Hmm… yet, you don’t deny it.”
Ring.
Ring.
He walked to the phone, our conversation ending. He was saved by the bell again.
“Hello?”
“It’s been a while, Callie.”
“No. No. Slow down. Calm down, Callie.”
“It’s okay. Take a breath and start from the beginning.”
“No, you should leave. Head to Titis. Do you remember how to get here?”
“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Do you know that storage locker that is off of 331?”
“Okay, go there. Number thirty-seven. Combination number three-seven-thirteen. There is a Civic in there, money in the glovebox. Drive as far as you can before you stop for gas.”
“Yes, that’s where I hid it. Just get in the danged thing and drive here.”
“No. I had it painted and tinted. No one will know whose it is.”
“Damn it, Callie. As soon as you get far from there, call me and let me know you made it out.”
“No. No. Don’t bring Benji.”