Free Kane Richards Must Die by Shanice Williams Page B

at the two text messages. Kate never texted in capitals and she always left her classic “xKx” signature. I couldn’t think of anyone else who had my number and wouldn’t leave their name. Lawrence always rang, saying that texting was overrated, and my aunt was downstairs.
    I looked at the number and didn’t recognise it. Pressing the reply button I started tapping at the keys.
Who is this? – S
     
    I waited anxiously and immediately grabbed my phone once it started buzzing.
THE SAME PERSON WHO WATCHED YOU AIRPLAY YIRUMA’S RIVER FLOWS IN YOU AND THOUGHT YOU LOOKED HOT DOING IT
     
    My breathing stopped, my phone slipped from my grasp, and my heart thudded in my chest, my eyes wide in recognition.
    Kane.
    How the hell did he get my number?
    Before I had the chance to mull over the question properly in my mind my phone buzzed again from the floor. I leaned over and grabbed it, flipping it open and reading the new text message.
MEET ME @ THE SAME BENCH IN HALF HOUR?
     
    It was a question. I didn’t have to say yes, I didn’t have to be entranced by his lean, sexy body and his hair and his voice and his warm eyes and his too sweet smell.
    I didn’t have to.
    And yet, when I glanced down at my phone, I saw that my fingers had already tapped out my reply.
I’ll Be There.
     

17. TRUST
Suranne
     
    I reached the secluded bench and sat down to that same cool breeze blowing around me. I wrapped my arms around my torso, hugging myself whilst I glanced at the calm, still scenery in front of me.
    Every few seconds my eyes darted from left to right. I couldn’t help the buildup of nerves that had settled in the pit of my stomach, but I’d needed to come. He said he was going to explain everything, and I deserved an explanation.
    I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket and pulled it out, staring at it curiously. I flipped it open, and frowned at the screen.
    One new text message. From the same number as before.
CLOSE YOUR EYES
     
    I turned around and peered between the trees and bushes trying to spot him, squinting as my eyes flitted in different directions. My phone buzzed again and I looked down at the screen.
THEY’RE NOT CLOSED SURANNE
     
    I sighed in frustration, unable to see him anywhere yet he could quite obviously see me. After a while I relented, with a defeated sigh, and turned back around, slumping against the bench. I closed my eyes hesitantly. I tried to control my breathing as my inner excitement grew at the thought of seeing him, hearing his voice, gazing into those brown eyes again. I had seen him not more than two hours ago, and I deeply missed him already.
    After a couple of seconds a familiar smell assaulted my senses. I felt a sudden rush of feeling like I was back at home, in London. The scent was unforgettable, rich and mouthwatering. It was a scent I hadn’t indulged in for far too long.
    Fish and chips.
    A small moan escaped my lips as the smell became stronger and my stomach growled furiously. My eyes snapped open of their own volition and I was rewarded with a beautiful sight.
    “If you had any idea how fucking impossible it was to get this, I think you’d love me just that much more.” He smiled crookedly at me, dressed in the same outfit he was in when I first saw him. Snugly fitted black button-down shirt and dark jeans, the front of his hair spiked up neatly as always, his deep brown eyes shining brightly, and his little sexy stud in his ear.
    I didn’t know what I wanted more. The food or him.
    “How did you know?” I breathed, reaching out for the food. It was even wrapped in paper like it was back home and I smiled broadly at his efforts. As far as I knew shops like that didn’t even exist here.
    “I know it’s the national dish or some shit, I figured you’d be into it. I guess I’m right, huh?” He shrugged, sitting down next to me and watching with a smirk on his face as I greedily tucked in. After a while I felt a little bit self-conscious stuffing my face whilst he was