All’s been radio silent. Levi wouldn’t even pass on updates from Giselle beyondwe’ll only hear something if there’s something worth hearing.
“Giselle’s going to check the perimeter,” Sloane says. “She said to tell you that if anything happens to me in the five minutes she’s making sure you didn’t fuck something up today, that you’ll wake up with worms in your bed every day for the rest of your natural life.”
She’s also wearing jeans, flannel, and boots, which means she must’ve changed since work. And gotten off early if she’s here as the sun’s setting.
I look back at my friends.
They flash me matching grins as they, too, look at the woman I wasn’t sure would come back.
The woman I’m disappointing by not being able to track down her ex-boyfriend.
Dixon’s cell signal went dead about two hours ago.
And no, I’m not telling how I’m tracking it.
“Did you dress her too?” I ask my friends.
It’s easier than asking why she doesn’t want to look at me.
And why that’s making my heart crash in my chest.
“Flannel’s in, my dude.” Cash slaps me on the back and walks past me, Aspen still attached to his hand, and heads to the fire pit. “You want me to get that started for you, Sloane?”
Irritation roars to life in my chest.
I can set the goddamn fire.
“Are you assuming a woman can’t start her own fire?” Aspen asks him.
He wiggles his brows at her. “Is that a euphemism?”
“No offense—okay, no, that’s wrong.Alloffense intended, you two are making me want to throw up in my mouth,” Sloane says.
Huh.
Gloves are off.
“Shitty day?” I ask her while I try to get my breathing under control.
Those pretty blue eyes hit me with a dead-eyedmy house was broken into and I don’t feel safe anywhere, so what the fuck do you think?stare.
And that’s the best-case scenario of what that expression might mean.
I nod. “Just making sure you’re a normal human being. Cash. Get lost.”
“And leave you to wrestle the bears solo? No can do. I’ll wait until Giselle gets back.”
“What’s up with you and bears?” If he’s talked about them once today, he’s talked about them a dozen times.
He and Aspen grin at each other.
“They’re dangerous,” she answers for them.
“They’redangerous.” I point to the three beefy dudes who’ve been following us all day as we’ve hunted through the woods for Sloane’s ex-boyfriend.
Yep.
That’s who I’m tracking.
