The Worst Kind of Promise (Riverside Reapers Book 2)

June 28th, Friday, 11:33 a.m.

KIT: What the hell does ‘pulsating sword of steel’ mean?

FAYE: Are you…reading one of my books right now?

KIT: It was on the bathroom counter.

FAYE: That’s private property.

KIT: Your name isn’t on it.

FAYE: That’s just common decency, ass.

KIT: You didn’t answer my question.

FAYE: I’m not going to tell you.

KIT: Oh, wait. Question answered. *smirking emoji*

FAYE: Kit…

KIT: The little tabs you put in here are really helpful.

FAYE: I think I just died from embarrassment. You killed me. Does that sit well on your conscience? Do you like having my blood on your hands?

KIT: I’d prefer a different bodily fluid, but…

FAYE: PUT THE BOOK DOWN. NOW.

KIT: Relax, Princess. I’m just doing research.

FAYE: Research? What are you talking about?

KIT: I’m going to finish reading this dirty little book of yours, and then I’m going to have you show me exactly how you want me to touch you.

FAYE: Fuck me.

KIT: That’s Plan A.

FAYE: I mean…fuck you!

KIT: There’s twenty-five more letters in the alphabet I can use. We can do this whichever way you want.

July 3rd, Wednesday, 8:45 p.m.

FAYE: DICK!

KIT: You’re gonna have to be more specific.

FAYE: You ate the last ice cream sandwich.

KIT: Hey! Why do you automatically assume it was me?

FAYE: Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because I found the wrapper in your trash can?

KIT: This feels like a trap.

FAYE: That was the one thing I was looking forward to today. ONE.

KIT: I’ll drive down to the store to get you another box right now.

FAYE: Too late. I already hate you.

KIT: Yeah, but you know that turns me on.

FAYE: Don’t you ever think with anything besides your dick?

KIT: What can I say? He has a big head.

FAYE: …

KIT: Get it? Big head?

FAYE: …

KIT: Fuck you. That was funny.

FAYE: I’m not dignifying that with a laugh.

KIT: How about an ice cream sandwich?

FAYE: …

KIT: Two ice cream sandwiches?

July 8th, Monday, 8:21 a.m.

KIT: I miss you.

FAYE: I’m lying right next to you?

KIT: You’re too far away.

FAYE: We’re in the same bed.

KIT: Jesus Christ. Just come over here, woman.

FAYE: You know, I think I’ll stay on my side. It’s cool and smells good over here.

KIT: Are you implying that my side smells?

FAYE: Well, you are in it, so…

KIT: That’s low, Faye. That’s really low.

FAYE: And you hog all the covers.

KIT: You don’t need covers. I’ll warm you up with my body.

FAYE: I think I’ll stick to the covers, thanks.

KIT: *middle finger emoji*

FAYE: *kissy face emoji*

KIT: You’re lucky you’re cute.

FAYE: I’m a lot more than cute.

KIT: Bratty, stubborn, a pain in my ass? Check, check, and check.

FAYE: Sexy, intelligent, wise beyond her years.

KIT: Conceited.

FAYE: I know that’s supposed to be an insult, but I also happen to be laid-back. Criticism doesn’t faze me.

KIT: Please. The only laying back you do is when I have you pinned to the bed.

FAYE: And yet you beg for it every time.

July 13th, Saturday, 3:56 p.m.

FAYE: Remind me never to wear these pants again.

KIT: Are you kidding me? Your ass looks fantastic today. It looks fantastic every day.

FAYE: Yeah, the guy at the grocery store thought so too.

KIT: …

FAYE: Hello?

KIT: Is he still there?

FAYE: What? I don’t know. I was just checking out.

KIT: …

FAYE: Kit, why do I hear the car running?

FAYE: Oh my God. DO NOT go down there.

KIT: I just wanna talk.

FAYE: No, no you do not.

KIT: People talk with their hands all the time, Faye. It’s called ASL.

FAYE: So if I look at the local news later, I won’t find a picture of that man with a face full of bruises?

KIT: Who knows what he gets up to in his free time.

FAYE: I think you need to calm down.

KIT: I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that to me.

FAYE: You can’t just go…gallivanting around every time a guy makes a gross comment about me!

KIT: Oh, oh. I most certainly can, and I will. In fact, I was meaning to get some boxing sessions in today.

FAYE: I didn’t even tell you what he looked like.

KIT: You really think I won’t be able to find him?

FAYE: Ugh, no.

KIT: Face it, Princess. Even though you don’t need me, I’ll always be your knight in shining armor.

FAYE: Is that why you call me that? Because you think I’m a princess?

KIT: Wasn’t it obvious?

FAYE: I thought it was more along the lines of ‘She’s a damsel and in distress. Help her before she burns the city down.’

KIT: God, no. Never. I call you that because you deserve to be treated like one.

FAYE: I didn’t realize you could be so sweet.

KIT: Don’t get used to it.

FAYE: C’mon. You’re a big softie. Admit it.

KIT: Fine. Only for you.