way to get noticed by the cops. So, he’d tanked up the truck and then driven to the mountains and siphoned most of the gas into jugs. A trip to another gas station and his vehicle was refilled, with no one the wiser.
He poured a trail of gas along the first salon station. He paused to look at the picture of the stylist and her children, a boy and a girl with white gap-toothed grins standing with their mother in Glacier National Park. He did not know the woman and was a little sorry that she would be out of a job, but if she was any good at what she did, she would quickly find work. It might mean moving to Helena or Bozeman, but no one said life was fair.
He continued to dribble gasoline over each station, only pausing when he reached the last. He knew the woman who worked at this station. She had been a sweet, humble little thing the day they’d met, and he’d been drawn to her from the outset. Like most women, however, she’d proven herself to be a liar.
He continued pouring gas, inhaling the fragrant scent. Just as he’d finished off the first jug, a door opened behind him. Carefully, he set his container down and checked his watch. “You’re right on time, darlin’.”
Keys rattled and heels clicked across the back room as she approached. She had a petite frame, blond hair cut short on top and long on the sides.
“What are you doing? Why did you call me?” the woman asked.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
Worry knitted her brow. “You said you wanted to talk.” She gripped the keys and took a step toward him. “I smell gas. What are you doing?”
“What do you think? You said you hated your job, right? You said you dreamed of burning this place to the ground. I aim to please, baby.”
Her grin faded to horror as the weight of his words settled. “I didn’t literally mean burn it to the ground.”
He moved toward her, smiling, his gaze dropping to her breasts. Lana always did have a great rack. He reached for her left hand and kissed the diamond he had slipped on her finger yesterday. “You said you wanted to see it reduced to ashes.”
She searched his face, as if waiting for the punch line. “That was before.”
“Before what?” he prompted as he reached in his pocket for a packet of matches.
Her gaze shifted to his hands, as if remembering stolen times when she had guided his hand to her breast as she whispered Fuck me in his ear. “You know.”
He did know. And that was precisely why they were here now. He removed a match from the packet and struck it. “Yes, I do.”
“You’re scaring me.” She took a step back.
“I’m trying to fulfill our fantasy, baby. All you talk about is fire. Now you can see it for yourself.” He lit the match, and some of the fear softened in her gaze. “You like it, don’t you?” The match burned out. He struck another and held it up for her.
She moistened her lips and touched the burned match.
“You always get excited when I talk about flames.”
She pouted her lips, but she stepped closer to him.
“Come on, baby. Do this with me,” he cajoled.
“We’re going to get arrested.”
“Not if we’re careful. And I know how to do it right, don’t I?”
That coaxed a small, nervous smile. “Yeah, you do.”
“Then do this with me. I promise it’ll make you horny as hell.”
She moistened her lips again. “We won’t get caught?”
“No, we won’t. I promise.”
“Can I light the fire?” she asked in her baby-doll voice.
“Sure, darlin’.” He held out the packet.
The tension vanished from her body as she reached for the packet. When she was inches from him, he grabbed her by the wrist and wrapped a rope around her neck. Her keys dropped to the ground as her hands went to his. Blue eyes stared up at him. For a second, her gaze was questioning and even a little turned on.
“You like the danger, right?” he asked.
“Yeah, but . . .”
He tightened his grip on the rope. The tendons in her neck stiffened, and her nails bit into his gloved hands as she tried to pry his fingers free. He had imagined himself doing this so many times, but as detailed as his fantasies had been, nothing compared to this. She kicked him hard, her foot connecting with his shin. The pain felt