The scent of earth clung to me as I hefted my shovel over my shoulder.

“Go easy there.” I stared at one of my undergraduate workers. “If you were to hit a piece of pottery, you’d shatter it.”

“Right.” She sat back and wiped the sweat from her brow.

Spring had hit Blackwood like a knockout punch in a prize fight. But instead of falling into darkness, light infused the air, the trees, and the plants. Wildflowers grew in the clearings, and the thickets bloomed with huckleberry blossoms and white honeysuckle. I skirted the dig and hooked my shovel onto the makeshift tool shed we’d built.

About a dozen students dug, scraped, and brushed dirt away from the remnants of a small Choctaw village about fifty feet from the spot where Garrett and I had dug the day we’d been shot. Green tarps shaded the excavations as eager students honed their skills and discovered secrets of a lost civilization.

I was in charge of the entire dig. Dr. Stallings stayed as far away from me as possible, and he was more than happy to give me carte blanche where Blackwood was concerned.

The breeze picked up, bringing a taste of wisteria in bloom. Cicadas hummed in the trees, their endless song foretelling another hot day in the Delta.

Arms snaked around my waist, and a familiar beard tickled the side of my neck. “Lunch?”

“Yes.” I smiled as Garrett pressed his lips to my skin, creating a storm of goose bumps shooting down my arms.

“I made something special.”

I craned my head to the side and peered up at him. “Like what?”

He kissed my forehead. “I can’t claim it all. Ty stopped by the house to help. It’s his signature country fried steak.”

My mouth dropped open as my stomach rumbled. “Are you kidding? I missed him again?”

“He’s a private guy.” Garrett shrugged and squeezed me.

“I’ve already put him in the same category as Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny.”

“Yes, Virginia, there is a Ty.” He released me and took my hand. “Come on. Let’s get you washed up. Your fingernails are blacker than mine. Then we can eat.”

I followed him to the small trough we’d set up with fresh water diverted from the nearby stream. After washing, we strolled hand in hand to the small picnic area where a few students ate their lunches and talked about what they’d found on the dig.

Pride must have been written all over my face, because Garrett smacked me on the ass and said, “You got this.”

I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him. “I’ve got you. That’s what matters.”

“I can handle the rest.” Garrett took the last dish from me and dried it with a faded dish towel. “You go on up to bed.”

I yawned and stretched. His eyes went to my chest where my nipples were hard and tingling.

He gripped my ass and raised me onto the counter. “Do you do these things just to turn me on?”

“What?” I bit my lip and stared up at him. “I just wanted to stretch.”

He smirked and planted his hands on either side of me, then leaned forward until our bodies were pressed together and his lips were only a breath away from mine. “Liar.”

His kiss heated my blood, my soul, warmed everything in me until I became an inferno that raged only for him. When he pulled away and traced his lips across my throat, I worked up another yawn.

He shook his head. “Go on to bed. I’ll be up in a minute.”

“Okay.” I let my eyes droop a bit as he slid me off the counter. “See you upstairs.”

“Naked.” He popped me in the ass with the dish towel as I strode out of the kitchen.

“Mmhmm.” Once I hit the hallway, I practically sprinted to the foyer on quiet feet. I pulled on my shoes and laced them tight. This time, I was going to let go, to give us a night we’d never forget. The past two times when we tried to play this game, I’d called black before even getting to the woods. Garrett had caught up and carried me back to the house, cradling me in his arms and comforting me. His love healed me more than digging ever could.

And now that I’d seen the Lodge dismantled, the building literally bulldozed, and justice for the victims, I felt ready. I could give myself over to the fantasy—fear and love and lust all wrapped in a fucked up and beautiful package.

I pulled the red pea coat from the peg next to the door and slid it over my arms. The familiar flick of the kitchen light switch turned up my adrenaline. Footsteps, soft and even, made the wood boards creak as Garrett approached.

My hand on the doorknob, I looked over my shoulder.

He came into view and stopped, his body going tense. “Red, we don’t have to—”

“Catch me if you can.” I swung the door open wide and ran. My feet pounded the soft grass, and the cool night air whipped my hair out behind me as I sprinted toward the tree line. Dread tried to press into my thoughts, to bring up images of a light snow, a row of graves, and a sheriff’s hat. I burst through all those dark thoughts as I passed the first tree and plunged into the moonlit forest.

I took a different path, veering hard to the right and around a small thicket. The green of the trees gave me a better chance at concealment, so I stopped and leaned against a wide oak. The quiet woods played along, serving as my accomplice and hiding me from the predator on my tracks.

Heavy footfalls sped my breathing, and I plastered myself against the tree as closely as I could.

“Red, call black.” His gravelly voice sent a tingle down my spine.

I held my breath as the scrape of underbrush on Garrett’s jeans told me he was getting close.

“Just call black.” His voice was half pleading, half challenging.

The darkness tried to rise, to swallow up the silvery forest, the moon, the sky, but I pushed it away. These woods were mine now. No ghosts. Only Garrett and me and the connection that intensified every moment we were together.

“I can smell you, Red. I want to eat you up, make you scream, make you cry, and own you until I’m the only thing you can think. I know you’re close.” The footsteps grew ever closer. “Call fucking black.”

“No.” I dashed from my hiding spot and exploded through the trees. I ran with everything I had, forcing myself to push through every haunted memory of my father, Lillian, the sheriff, the mayor—I hurtled through them, and they scattered like petals on the wind.

“Fuck.” Garrett grunted at my back. He was close.

I hopped a stream and hurdled a set of cypress roots. He hit the ground hard behind me as I dodged a tree and scraped past another. My pulse pounded in my ears, and I could feel him before he even touched me. Garrett.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and yanked me back. I yelped as we hit the ground and rolled. He pinned me before I had any chance of trying to make another great escape.

“Call black.” He glowed under the moonlight, the silvery-yellow orb creating a halo behind him. But he was no angel. He yanked up my top and fastened his mouth to my breast.

I moaned when he sucked my nipple into his mouth and teased the tip. When he bit me, I arched and struggled. He kept me pinned and released my nipple, then eased down the mound and bit the underside until I whimpered. More bites followed, both breasts stinging as he left his marks.

“Garrett.” I squirmed. “Oh my god.”

He transferred both wrists to one hand and pressed them into the leaves left over from winter. He kissed me, his teeth digging into my lip. I opened for him, and he swept his tongue inside, owning me with each stolen breath, each swipe of friction between us.

Pulling back, he stared into my eyes and gripped the waistband of my shorts and panties. “Red, I want this. I want it rough and ugly and fucking primal. I want to hurt you.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “Please, call black.”

“No.”

He yanked at my shorts, the seams ripping and my panties shredding along with them. My skin ached where the fabric chafed, but I didn’t care. I wanted him, all of him.

“You know, you could call black.” I spread my legs wide for him and gave him a smirk.

He pressed two fingers inside me and gripped up on my spot. “Never with you. I love you.” The words spilled out as if they weren’t quite intended.

I leaned up and kissed him. He answered, thrusting his fingers inside me in the same rhythm as his tongue.

“I love you, too.” I rested my head on the ground and stared up at him as he stilled.

“Really?”

“What kind of question is that after a declaration of love?” I pushed down against his fingers, needing more of him. All of him.

“I’m just—I just…” He smiled. “I don’t know. Happy.” He kissed me again, his beard tickling my nose.

I reached down to his pants and popped the button and unzipped his fly. “We should probably seal the deal.”

“So you aren’t going to call black?” He groaned as I took him in my hand and guided his tip to my opening.

“No. Are you?”

He growled and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me up until we were face to face, breast to breast. He pushed inside me, the full sensation sudden and delicious—the spark of pain and the euphoria of pleasure.

I dug my nails into his side. “Going easy on me just because we’re in love?”

His signature smirk crossed his lips as he began a wicked pace that curled my toes. “Never.”