Chapter 14

I’m still on the ground, seated in the park, and look up at him. He stands with his palms resting on his hips. I say, “I want to come with you back to your place. Isn’t that how The Hunt works?”

He sort of laughs, nods and says, “That’s how it works. You can’t come home with me today, though.”

“Why not?” I’m an inquisitive little fucker when I want to be. My demands are sometimes high, and answers and actions are sometimes desired in full, without lacking detail. “Who are you going home to?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“If you’re going to eventually take me home and use my skin, I want to know your partner’s name?”

He shakes his head and answers, “You’re a charming sonofabitch, do you know that?”

“Charming and hunted. Now, tell me your lover’s name?”

“James McKay. I call him Jimmy.”

“Can I call him Jimmy when I finally meet him?”