Crazy Stupid Love (Crazy Love #1)(35)

“So I’ll see you then?” he asks, trailing the pad of his thumb across my chin.

“Yeah. I’ll see you then,” I say, pushing up onto my tiptoes to lay a brief kiss to his lips before turning and disappearing inside.

As much as I want to see him again, I just don’t know how good of an idea it is to keep this going. I thought I knew what I signed up for with Decklan, and he’s been perfectly clear on what this is for him. But even still, deep down I really just thought it would be different. Realizing that it won’t be might prove to be more than I am capable of handling.





Chapter Thirteen


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Kimber

“That’s what you’re wearing?” I gawk at Angel who emerges from the bathroom dressed in nothing more than a white corset and a white skirt so short if she bends over her entire backside will be on full display.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna wear a halo and wings, too.” She gives me a mischievous smile.

“And that’s gonna somehow make the fact that you’re practically naked okay?” I laugh, shaking my head at her.

“I hate to tell you, but you don’t have much room to talk.” She gestures to my police costume.

The skimpy number consists only of a skin tight navy blue dress that stops several inches above my knee, a thick black belt with handcuffs, and a matching hat that sits on top of my straight sexy hair that Harlee spent an hour perfecting. Add on the black heels I borrowed from Angel and I hate to admit she might be right.

In my defense, I borrowed this from Harlee and it’s by far the least slutty one she had to offer. I don’t have a ton of money to sink into something like a Halloween costume. Not when I have to worry about things like being able to eat and afford my supplies for school.

“Does it look okay?” I crunch my forehead, suddenly very concerned that maybe I can’t pull this look off.

“Um incredible,” Harlee chimes in from the vanity as she places the final piece of her costume on her head: a feather headband to complete her flapper girl costume. “Trust me, girl, no way that hunk of yours is going to be able to take his eyes off you tonight.” She raises her eyebrows up and down suggestively.

“I call dibs on his hot bartender friend.” Angel pulls my attention back to her. “I mean, yummy.”

“You can’t call dibs over my dibs,” Harlee interjects. “Mine.” She pins her eyes directly on Angel.

“If I had to guess, I think he’d be okay with you two sharing.” I laugh when both girls turn wide eyes on me.

“Who are you and what did you do with my sweet little Kimber?” Harlee laughs, crossing her arms in front of herself.

“I buried her out back. I like this version so much better.” I laugh, snagging my cell phone from the bed.

“Me, too.” Angel drops an arm over my shoulder. “Well, ladies, you ready,” she asks, the last part coming out as an excited squeal.

“Ready.” I smile, letting out a nervous exhale.

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Deviants is busier than I have ever seen it. There is a line of elaborately dressed individuals almost wrapping the building. Angel has to park two blocks away because there is not one parking spot anywhere remotely close.

I’m almost worried we won’t be able to get in until I see Gavin step outside just as we approach the front entrance. His timing couldn’t be better.

It isn’t until we get within a couple of feet that I see his attire. He’s dressed in a ripped white t-shirt, fake blood-soaked down the front, his face painted to look like he is no longer among the living.

“Don’t arrest me, officer, I swear I’m innocent.” He holds his hands up on a laugh the moment his eyes land on me.

“Somehow I doubt that.” I return his laugh, stopping directly in front of him.

Holding a cigarette loosely between his lips, his eyes trail down the two women who stop next to me. “Ladies, nice to see you again.” He gives Harlee a brilliant smile, and I hear her soft exhale of excitement next to me.

“Zombie.” I point to his outfit.

“Easiest costume there is.” He tilts his head back on a laugh when I crinkle my nose. “I take it you’re not a fan?”

“Of dead people walking around trying to eat me, not so much.” I shake my head on a laugh. “This is crazy,” I observe, gesturing to the amount of people waiting to get in.

“Oh just wait.” He laughs. “Best night of the year.”

“Is Decklan inside?” I ask as he pulls a lighter from his pocket and lights the tip of his cigarette, taking a long drag and exhaling before answering.

“I think he’s upstairs.” He takes another drag. “You’re welcome to head on in,” he says, holding up his index finger as he digs into his back pocket with the opposite hand, pulling out yellow wristbands just moments later.

“I’m good, I’m not drinking,” I say, shaking my head.

“Ladies?” He offers Harlee and Angel each one which they happily accept.

Turning towards the bulky guy sitting at the door, he gestures to the three of us and nods, the bouncer nodding back.

“You’re good to head on in.”

“Thanks, Gavin.” I smile, nodding as I head towards the front door.