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me. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll take care of it. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He bumped his finger beneath my chin. “Go get ready for your date with Zip.”
    “Zach. And no. I’m cancelling.” Crap. I didn’t have his phone number to call or text him.
    “Don’t. I want you in public tonight. I’ll go take care of things in the field, then start gathering up our stuff.” Scott rounded the corner of the counter and strode to the door but not before I saw a dark sadness claim his eyes. “It’ll be fine.”
    “No it won’t,” I whispered. It never would. We’d always have to keep running. “What if we stayed?”
    I wasn’t even sure where the idea came from. It wasn’t an option. The Coats had found us. Leaving was our only option.
    No. I knew where the idea came from. Scott and I had started a little life here. Sure, it was a dorky town. Small. But I was graduating in a few days—finally. Georgia was here, too.
    Scott turned around, arms crossed over his chest. “We can’t stay, Mandy. As much as I hate it, we have to leave.”
    “We’ve never tried. They’ll expect us to run. To bolt. Like we always have.” God I wanted something normal. A best friend. A boyfriend. Something other than this running.
    “Mandy.”
    “Reverse psychology, right?” I sipped the frozen drink and hoisted my feet over the counter to the other side, then jumped down. “I killed the ones after us like I’ve done before.” I made it sound so normal…“We’ve always left. But what if we just stay and keep our eyes wide open. If anyone else comes snooping, I’ll ice them.”
    But that would totally suck. I was only eighteen and already a murderer. Multiple times . And Scott was my accomplice. I couldn’t ask him to keep doing that either. Hell, I didn’t want to keep killing. But I wanted to stay here more.
    Totally selfish thing, I knew that. But—
    Scott dug his keys out from his front pocket. “I’ll think about it.”
    My phone vibrated in my hand. A text from Georgia. Facetime me so I can help you pick out your clothes for tonight. Mom the Nazi-nurse won’t let me come over.
    “You’ll think about it? Really?” I said to Scott.
    He took three long steps to me and yanked me into a hug. “I don’t want to keep running either, Mandy. You’re so close to graduating. I like this town and like the smoothie business. And…I’ve got reasons to stay, too.”
    “You do?”
    “Yes. Not that I enjoy the thought of you having to defend yourself like you did tonight. But like I said…I’ll think about it.” He playfully pushed me away from him. “Go. Try and enjoy yourself tonight. I’ll take care of things in the field.”
    I huffed. I wanted to enjoy myself with Zach, but how could I? I’d just killed two people, and with my luck, I’d probably freeze Zach.
     

 
     
     
    SIX
     
    W hy had I let Georgia make me up? I stared at my reflection in Java Joe’s front window. My long, straight hair draped over my shoulders, down to my elbows. That was about the only thing that looked halfway decent. Georgia picked out the mini-skirt-type thing. I wanted my jeans and Skechers.
    Georgia had been on Facetime for crying out loud. I could have just said no. Besides. I shouldn’t have even come on this date with everything that’d happened earlier today. I checked the last text Scott had sent me: Almost there. I’m fine.
    He never let me go with him when he “took care of” my frosty dealings. In a way, I was thankful so I didn’t have to see those I’d killed. But it wasn’t fair Scott had to deal—
    “Well, don’t you look nice?”
    Zach’s image appeared next to mine in the window. No need to turn around to see how fantastic he looked. The reflection did that just fine.
    I silently shushed all the thoughts slamming against my skull and said, “Georgia decided to go all fashion designer on me. I’d rather be in my jeans, if you want to know the truth.”
    “No way should you be hiding those legs