Chapter Eighteen

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

They ditched the car and the body, cleaned themselves up as best they could, and rented a cheap room at a motel that looked the other way concerning most things. Drugs. Gunshot wounds. Blood.

Montessa used tweezers to pull the shot out of Lu’s shoulder. Sweat beaded on his forehead and upper lip like dew on a rose. She had never seen anything so lovely.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she said and kissed him. Bit his lip. Cleaned and bandaged his shoulder with gauze and cheap bandages purchased from a gas station she didn’t burn to the ground.

“No worries. Thanks for cleaning it.”

“Of course.”

“Think we should take off tomorrow? Or lay low?”

Lu wrapped his good arm around her. “I think we should go to the sea. Once more. Then we can do whatever we want.”

“Lulu, I feel like . . . ”

“What? Time is short?”

“Yes.”

“It is. That’s why the sea is important. Will you go with me?”

“Gladly.”

She knew what he was asking, and it wasn’t just to go to the sea. It was Something Impor