I’d askif it’s possible to be so horny you want to crawl out of your skin while also being so pissed that you can’t act on your horniness that the anger is actually making you hornier, except I’m starting to think that’s just how I’ll always be whenever I’m around Davis.
We need to find this treasure so he’ll leave and I can get back to living at my own house?—
After I clean it up.
Dammit.
Patrick violated me. He violated my house. And even when we find the treasure, I still need to deal with that.
Not just the physical cleaning up, but the thing where I suddenly don’t want to be alone.
Including in my own house.
Which doesn’t feel safe.
At least I’m over being embarrassed that the sheriff and her entire office have likely been documenting my dildos and vibrators as part of their investigation.
But I’m not over wanting Davis to sit closer to me in the SUV as we head back up the mountain.
Not that he can scoot closer.
He took the front seat.
Next to Chuck.
Leaving me all alone in the back.
He still hasn’t taken off his beanie, so I can’t see just how bad his hair is since he showered. It was pretty bad before that. Sticking up at all angles, uneven lengths—he might actually have to shave it off to fix it.
“You staying up all night?” Chuck asks us.
“Yes,” I answer as Davis says, “No.”
I don’t believe him.
He seems like an all-nighter kind of guy.
Which means he’s probably answering what he thinks is right for me.
I snort.
Chuck snorts too, but his is pure amusement, whereas mine is frustration.
“Chuck, can you get me a metal detector?” I ask.
“I have a metal detector,” Davis says.
“Two’s better than one.”
“You’re not going in the cabin.”
“Watch me.”
“I’ll make a phone call,” Chuck says.
Davis twists in his seat to look back at me, but since it’s black as midnight outside, I can’t tell much more than that.
“It’s falling down, Sloane.”
