SIX
Beckett? Hoping to see me again? What?
I sputter. “What did you say?” For one, it would be really nice to hear it again, and second, I love compliments, can’t seem to live without them. Like a shark needs water to breathe, I need compliments to keep myself afloat on the daily.
Beckett just smiles, leaning into the space over the vacant stool between us, and I find myself being reeled in, like that sucker of a fish that decided to take the bait.
Is it going to be worth it?
Time will tell.
“I was hoping to see you again,” Beckett says, like he can just say that with no kind of consequences. He’s saying everything I want to hear, and it’s dangerous.
“Was kinda hoping you’d just show up in the middle of some guy chatting me up about how much he wants to take me out back to kill me b
