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I process this as she looks up at me.

Fuck.Why is she telling me this?

“Sure looked like it.”

Her smile turns into a grin. A cute as hell one.

“Oh, because he hugged me.”

This news that she’s not in fact Griff’s girlfriend is the worst news I’ve heard all night. Maybe ever. When she washisgirl that was one thing.

Now she’s not.

Now she’s a twenty-something with a gorgeous face, asmoking body, and a weird, idiotic bravery that made her save my life.

Yeah, I’m in deep here.

Take that back. I’m drowning when she laughs.

The sound is pure as metal tapping on a crystal glass.

I inhale abruptly.

I exhale slowly.

Pray to wake up from this weird, fucked up dream.

The woman was almost kidnapped, had to save my ass by vehicular sacrifice, and her coworker looks like he’s about to step on death’s doorstep…yet she’s able to laugh.

That’s grit.

My dick likes that way too much.

Goddammit.

I force myself to look away with a violent jerk of my head—shove aside a couple of boxes with too much force—silently ripping myself a new asshole.

Finally, I spot the case that the metal saw is stored in.Thank fuck. I grab it and flip open the latch so hard the hinge breaks. Like I’m about to.

I’ve got the hots for the girl that works for my…frenemy? And I’m exactly the kind of man that would shatter that sweet smile and leave her in tatters.

There’s never been a time when a man needs to tear some shit up more than right now.

Chapter Five

Well…

He’s hot. In a dark, broody, dangerous kind of way.

He’s also strange. In an unpredictable wild animal kind of way.

The kind that has you walking too close before you realize you’re about to be eaten.

I shake myself loose from my thoughts as Scout strides toward the plane.

Long legs. Lean hips. Strong thighs. Not to mention shoulders that can carry the weight of the world.

Aye, yai, yai. I’m a sucker for a man that moves like that.