Her defensiveness said he’d guessed close. “I don’t like humans much either.”
“I don’t like humans or shifters.” She spat the last part out at him with venom.
“Why not?”
“Because they are annoying.”
“Oh, come on. Not everyone on earth is annoying. There has to be someone out there that is enjoyable to be around.”
“Nope.” She said it so flippantly.
“Why were you so pissed off that I’m single?” That question had been burning in his chest this whole ATV ride.
“Because you are trouble, and I don’t need any trouble. If you were married, or paired, or hell, in a relationship of any kind, I would be so turned off, I wouldn’t even want to say a single word to you.”
“Ah. So, you were cheated on.”
She threw a fiery glance at him. “Don’t ask me questions anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because I said so.”
“Because I figure you out too fast?” he guessed.
She hit the accelerator, but he kept pace with her.
“Stop following me.”
“Who was he?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about?”
“Who was the guy who made you hate being around couples, and who had you trying to escape Valentine’s Day. The Woodpecker Inn booked me all week with excursions that are solely UnValentine’s Day themed. Why are you here?”
“Why don’t you mind your business, Cam.” She flashed him an angry glance. “I don’t owe you or anyone any piece of me. Let me enjoy the scenery in peace.”
“Marsden.”
“What?”
“My last name is Marsden. Cam Marsden. You can look up my registration later.”
“Why would I do that? I don’t care.”
He shrugged. She had straight poison in the tone of her words, but there was something about her…something…hurt.
He liked her talking to him, even if it was just to berate him and throw up walls. He found it sexy for some reason. He liked a woman who could speak her mind.
“I was cheated on too. Long time ago. It sucks.”
“Do you make it a habit of pestering women when they tell you to leave them alone?”
Oh geez, no. He didn’t like that. He let his thumb off the accelerator and dropped back immediately.
Ah, she was right. He didn’t have a right to try and get to know her. She wasn’t inviting it.
He waited for the mouth of the trail to go wider and then sped up around her without a word. He passed Birdie, and then Lance, and took his spot at the head of the group. For the next ten minutes, he focused as best as he could on the winding curvature of the snowy trail that wound its way up the mountain.
