Scary Games to Play

"A job?" he scoffed. "Hell, just quit. I got one million dollars."

"You only have the ten thousand so far," she reminded him. "What if this mad man hunts you down and kills you?"

A raucous laugh burst from Ricky's throat. "No way. It's just a game. He's not actually gonna hurt anybody."

"And I'm just trying to be realistic. Besides, I happen to like my job."

"I know you do, and I won't ask you to quit-at least not right now." He shrugged his bare shoulders. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see if this guy comes after me. We just won't answer the door for the next thirty days."

"Think that'll do it?" she asked doubtfully.

"Got any better ideas? Trey told me to just hang out and be cool about it. What's this old guy going to do, anyway? Beat me to death with his cane?"

Lisa snuggled closer and slipped her arm around his waist. "I'm still going to worry about you for the next month."

Ricky laughed again-before he noticed that she was serious. "I know you will, baby. You thirsty?"

She looked up at him with a dubious expression. "No, but I know you always are after we do it."

"I'm gonna go see if Trey got any beer." He sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and stood. "It is definitely hot."

Lisa rolled onto her stomach. "I know, but I'm so sleepy that I bet I'll be long gone by the time you come back."