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dress shoes.
    I choked on his cologne as he gave me a hug. “Hi, Tyler,” I coughed. “Why are you so dressed up?”
    “I've been promoted to manager down at the diner,” he smiled, and stood up straight. “Where have you been? I haven't seen you in days! I know you can't still be mad at me. I’m all you ever wanted.”
    I rolled my eyes. “I've been really busy. I’m stocking up on items so I won't have to leave home. I’m becoming a homebody now to avoid being murdered. You know Mrs. Carol died—she lives right across the street from me. And if my math is right, the murderer is killing every ten homes, and mine is the next tenth one—”
    “Leanna, calm down. You're speaking so quickly. No one is killing you tonight,” he laughed. “This is all just a random killing of old losers. No one is dumb enough to kill the most beautiful jail bait.”
    I punched Tyler in the arm. “Honey, I cannot stay here to chat with you. I have important things to do today. My mother's show premieres tonight and I need all the chips and popcorn this store has to offer. I’m planning on watching it ten times on the DVR.”
    “Wow, it's coming on already? Riverbed has a new celebrity. I'll spread the news about your Mama,” Tyler said as he kissed my cheek. “I really miss you.”
    I walked away without saying anything else. Three weeks had gone by and Tyler did not call me not once—only when he wanted something. Something I did not want to offer. He was not even the one who told me about his father being in jail. He was like all the other men I ran into of the seventeen years of my life—good for nothing losers.
    As I left the store, I felt a raindrop hit my nose. I gasped in shock as more dark clouds covered the blue sky. I sat on the wooden benches outside the market and pulled out my cell phone to check the weather.
    Once again, the weather failed to tell me that a storm was coming soon. That was not good because I had to carry six bags of groceries to my home, which was six blocks away. I dialed Christian's number because I knew he was always willing to help me out.
    Twenty minutes passed by and Christian barely pulled up. It was a shame considering he did not live so far away. He opened the door for me, while still sitting in the driver's seat as the rain poured down. He pulled me inside and threw all the bags in the back seat.
    “Seriously? I called you at five and it's five-twenty,” I snapped.
    He rolled his eyes and drove off. “The road to get here was flooded. You're so lucky I even came to get you.”
    “You do what I say and you like it.”
    He tried to hold in his smile as he went the long way home.
    We passed by several police cars as they were still investigating the murders. I played with my hair that had grown several inches within the last few months as Christian flipped through the radio.
    Christian pulled up to my home just when the rain was the heaviest. “It might snow tonight.”
    I gathered my stuff and paused. “Ugh, don't say that. My television won't work if it snows or rains too hard because of the satellite. Oh no!” I dropped the bags on the seat and ran into my home to see if the television worked.
    Leaving the front door wide open, I flipped through the blank stations. “CHRISTIAN!” I screamed for him to get out of his truck.
    He ran into the home with my bags in his hands. “What happened?”
    “My television doesn't work,” I cried. “My mom's reality show comes on today. I cannot miss it.”
    He sighed, “Ugh, I thought a murderer was in here the way you yelled. Do not yell like that again!” He tried to flipped through the stations, but the screen was blank. “No worries, Leanna. I have a television that doesn't have a satellite.”
    “I can come over to your home?” I asked. “Really?”
    “Um, yeah...why not?”
    I always wondered what Christian’s home looked like since I had never been invited over. I grabbed some pillows, my pajamas, and plates to take to his