“

Can the next one be a guy?”

Carter gave Sloane an inquisitive look before he popped the french fry he held into his mouth.

“Don’t give me that look. I wanna hunt a guy.”

“I just don’t get why.”

“Do you think I’m up to something? Or rather, that I would be?” She challenged him, not bothering to touch her food until she got what she wanted.

“Of course not. It’s just, you won’t be able to handle a guy by yourself. I’ll have to help you.”

“I know. And I’m fine with that. I just want to know if there’s a different kind of rush to hunting a man than a woman.” She shrugged, envisioning the two of them stalking a man through the woods.

“If you’re absolutely sure you wanna hunt a man, we’ll do it.” He shrugged and went back to his dinner.

“Awesome. So, tomorrow, you need to go get the dude trapped in number seven.” The words flowed with ease and her expression was calm.

He jerked his head up to see that she was nibbling on her piece of shake-n-bake chicken. “How do you know there’s already someone trapped?”

“I checked out the traps yesterday.” The tone she used was nonchalant.

“Yesterday? So, you’ve been cooking up this scheme?” His shock had worn off and he stared at the woman with pride.

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

“My Sloane.” He sat back and just watched her for a minute. “Okay. But you’re gonna go with me.”

“Really? ‘Cuz I thought you’d tell me that I had to stay behind.” Excitement lit the air around her as she perked up.

“You’re the one that wants to hunt down a man. You get to be the one to sweet talk him.”

True to his word, the next morning, he followed her to trap seven. She’d given each trap a number so they’d know which one they talked about when discussing finding new prey.

He stood back and watched her approach the pit, hearing a deep voice feign bravery when she peeked over the edge.

“I told you I’d come back. I’m gonna help you.”

“How? I can’t…move my leg.” He groaned, almost losing his control.

“It’s okay. I can help you.” Sloane was squating now, looking down at the man.

Carter edged forward, ready to reveal himself.

“Even if you can help me get my foot free, how the hell are you going to help me get out of this hole?” The more he spoke, the angrier he got.

“Because I brought someone to help.” Her smile shifted from sweet and innocent to evil as Carter came to stand next to her. “Just relax. You’re gonna be okay. We’ll help you get better.”

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