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Scout doesn’t make a sound, but I swear I can hear him calculating murder. Maybe I’m on the hit list too after my stupid remark.
Boyfriend.
Now I’ve got to deal with that too.
Thank heavens, Scout showed up. Having Adam see a single inch of my bare skin makes my stomach clench.
Rushing to finish putting my clothing on, I make a mis-step in my haste.
As much as it pisses me off to have to ask, I know I’m not going to be able to get it unstuck myself without some kind of contortionist act.
“Scout, my sports bra is caught on my damp skin. Can you help me?”
I fumble behind my back one more time, but blow out a resigned breath.
A second later, I feel him, rather than see him. His warmth softens the air that he stirs around me as he steps close. Cool fingers brush against my back as he very efficiently grabs the fabric and drags it down until it’s seated in the right place.
Now I’m not only flushed because I’m mad—I’m embarrassed.
“Thanks. They get stuck like that sometimes.”
“You should go without.”
I turn around, expecting to find Scout’s expression one of humor, but it’s not. He’s locked on me like I’m some kind of enemy combatant.
After a weird awkward silence he glances down at my hands. “What are those scars on your wrists?”
Uh…
Crap. I didn’t even think about that when I asked for his help.
A surge of cold adrenaline makes my veins pulse. My mouth goes dry, my stomach knots and my scars tingle like I’ve been pricked by icy needles. “Just some… scars.”
He tilts his head, studying every nuance of my expression. It feels like a silent interrogation.
Unable to take the intensity, I drop my gaze to his bare chest.
Yes, he’s half-dressed too. And the view is fine. If I wasn’t freaking out inside, I would definitely appreciate it. The man looks like he does those cross-fit competitions.
Voice low and tight, he presses me for answers. “What are they from?”
I step back, making the mistake of looking at his eyes. “I don’t want to talk about them.”
The clear blue color flickers hot. “Now that I’m your boyfriend, I think you should tell me.”
My eyes round as someone steps into the tent and a male voice booms through the air.“Boyfriend?”
My heart plummets to the pit of my stomach.
As if matters weren’t bad enough, Brundage is staring straight at Scout like he’s got a bead on him in a sniper rifle scope. “Didn’t take long for her to spread her legs for you did it?”
Blood drains from my head to my feet in a single whoosh.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Seeing a complete haze of red—maybe more than ever in my life—I bite out a command. “Aria, head up to the truck.”
I’m so busy focusing on the asshole that’s about to find out just how much Aria isn’t his fucking business that I don’t see Rory slide into the tent behind us.