Bait

"Seems to me you aren't much of a match for her."

Cade swallowed the last of his eggs. "Hand me your phone."

Laurent slid his cell across the table, but kept his hand over the screen. "Some things better left alone, Cade."

"Some things."

The man lifted his hand, took to gathering the plates and silverware.

Cade took a sip of coffee, set the mug down, thought about that lavender scrap of lace, hanging from the shifter then reached for the phone, tapped the screen.

"Passcode?"

Laurent replied and Cade unlocked the phone.

Damn.

Truly disgusting shit.

Walking Dead zombies, stumbling out of the mangroves, making that ear-piercing scream of those Thirty Days of Night vampires. Oozing rotten skin, sunken eyes. One, down on the ground, hog-tied, screeching. That was the last clip.

Fuck nasty.

Cade got up, went to the back door. "Kind of glad I don't remember that shit."

"Yeah. I bet."

"Thanks for the eggs." He shoved open the door, stepped through the threshold. "Seems to me, the girl would want her 45 back."

"You could keep it." Laurent grabbed the spatula, threw it into the sink, then looked Cade up and down. "Seems to me you aren't much of a match for her."

"Yeah, probably not. But one of those cans is still full."

He went out.

Laurent followed.

Cade climbed into his truck. He slid the thong off the shifter, stuffed it into the glove box, set the 45 on top of it. After he found the still full can, he put that in too then shut the narrow door. He gathered up the empty Jack bottle, the two empty cans, and the Taco Bell trash, stuffed it all into the paper bag and held it through the window. "Take care of this for me, will ya?"

Laurent took it, then said over the rumble of the truck engine. "Do me a solid. Leave me out of it this time. I'm too old for this weird shit."

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