“Yeah?”
Moira looked somber as she shook her head. “I’m not interested in Valentine’s Day with anyone.”
Disappointment swirled in his chest and made it hard to breathe. God, what was wrong with him? He didn’t do this. He didn’t care.
“I figured. I’ll see you at the ATV’s. The next leg of the tour is a sight. The views here can’t be beat.”
He turned and walked away, but this time she didn’t stop him.
The cat and mouse game was done.
Chapter Three
Moira was good and angry by the end of the ATV trail ride. Why? Because Cam was all confidence, and sex appeal, and quick wit, and he was messing with her head.
Today was supposed to be quiet and focused on self-care, and here he was, this demigod of a predator shifter, working her.
That’s what this was, right? He was messing with her. That’s what hot guys did. It had happened to her in high school, and it was happening all over again now.
She was the butt of some joke she didn’t understand.
He was up ahead near the cabin, pointing to an open spot in the row of ATVs in the snow.
She sped up and he held his hands out and said, “Moira, stop!”
And she did. At the last possible second, she braked hard and spun the ATV, spewing a rooster tail of snow onto Cam-The-Annoying.
“I meant for you to park it here,” he gritted out.
“Well, that will teach you to tell me what to do.” She turned off the little engine and tossed him the key. “Park it yourself.”
She got off the ATV and stomped away.
“Why the hell are you mad at me?” Cam asked, following her.
“Because I don’t like when boys mess with my head.”
“How am I messing with your head?” he barked out, kicking up to a jog. She could hear his quickening footsteps crunching against the snow.
“Forget me,” she said over her shoulder.
“Okay,” he said, confused. “Do you want your receipt?”
“My receipt?” she asked, rounding on him. “Of course you’ll pretend you didn’t ask me out.”
“I’m not pretending, I’m trying to keep up with your fuckin’ thirty personalities.”
“I’m steady on who I am!” she yelled.
“Just straight mean?”
She crossed her arms. “I know this is some kind of joke.”
He frowned and pulled his sunglasses off his face. “I can’t keep up with you.”
“You asked me out. Me. Come on. What’s the game? Get my head all twisted around? Bring me to your nephew’s game so you can make fun of me with your sister? Bring me to that bar with your friends tonight so I can be mean to them and then you fuck me, and then you brag about bagging a rude one? Or maybe you won’t show up at six at all. You’ll twist up my head all day and then I’ll get all pretty and do my hair and get excited and wait out in front of my cabin and you’ll never show, and it’ll somehow be a worse Valentine’s Day than all the others.”
He was just staring at her with his hands on his hips, and a baffled look in his too bright gold eyes. “You came up with all this while you were riding through some of the most beautiful scenery in the world?”
