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He calls after me in a low enough voice that others won’t hear. “Scout, you wanna talk this out?”
“Nothing to talk about. I need to hustle and get her out of here. I’ll check in once I get back to the farm. I'll be working on planning the next phase of searching the cave system with the professor.”
He tips his chin, but his eyes say all I need to see. He knows something else is going on and he’s not letting this go.
I’ve taken two steps toward the staging tent when Aria’s scream makes me take off sprinting.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Clutching my arms tightly across my bare chest, I glare at my former boss and the man that makes my skin crawl. “What are you doing here?”
His smirk is topped by two unwelcome eyes that are staring at my barely covered breasts.
“Turn around, Adam.”
Fear slices through me, gluing my feet to the ground and making my heart flutter like a startled bird’s wings.
“What’s wrong?!?” Scout storms into the tent with his dive knife clutched in his palm.
Adam chuffs aggressively and crosses his arms.
I used to think Adam was a big man, but he looks so small compared to Scout. And not just in size. Scout has big dick energy. Adam just has dickhead energy.
With contempt in his tone, Adam says, “Talk about overreacting.”
The blade glints brightly as Scout’s eyes glint like two diamond-tipped drills. “Am I? She asked you to turn around. I don’t see you moving.”
“I was just going to talk to Aria about her dive.”
Low, lethal, Scout commands, “Move out.”
Adam’s obnoxious chuckle is loud as a fake grin spreads over his face. “Who’s this guy, Aria?”
Seeing that horrible expression sends a chill racing over my damp, bare skin. Two damning words rush out of me.
“My boyfriend.”
Adam doesn't take his eyes off me, but the veins in his neck bulge. The tension in the tent skyrockets and cold fear makes my hands shake.
Finally, Adam takes a step back.
“I’ll be seeing you around, sugar.”
Suddenly my body is freezing, but boiling anger rockets through me and hits my face like I’ve been slapped. “Don’t hold your breath.”
But as big and bold as my words sound, I’m barely able to stay upright on the soles of my feet as Adam strides out of the back of the tent.
Oh god. Oh my god. Adam Hill. Christ, I never want to see that man again.
I realize I’m wheezing, clutching to my bare chest.
When I glance at Scout, my breath catches. Nostrils flared, mouth clamped, he looks like he’s about to snap, as if it’s taking every ounce of his control not to leap into action and rocket out of the tent and bury something sharp in Adam’s back.
“Down beast. I’m okay.”
Too bad my words don’t sound convincing.
I turn away, trying to keep my balance so I don’t fall on my face from emotional overload. With angry blood heating my cheeks, I shove my arm in my sports bra.