Savannah appeared behind Amber, holding a mug, looking entirely too awake and amused. “Truck packed?”
I sighed. “Technically.”
Evie’s voice floated from somewhere inside. “Cat packed?”
Bandit screamed.
Regan folded her arms.
The women stared at me.
Mason stared at me.
The desert stared at me.
I threw both hands up. “Fine. I was leaving.”
Regan nodded once. “Thank you.”
“I’m still leaving.”
“After breakfast.”
“I’m not a child.”
“No,” Regan said, “you’re a stray with student loans and trust issues.”
Mason made a sound. Small. Almost a laugh.
I turned on him. “Something funny?”
He looked away.
Coward.
Regan grabbed my wrist, saw the scratches again, and frowned. “And we’re cleaning this properly.”
“I rinsed it.”
“With what?”
“Water.”
Her face flattened.
“Inside,” she said.
I looked at Mason. “Tell her I have places to be.”
He shrugged. “Truck won’t make it.”
Betrayal.
Absolute betrayal.
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re enjoying this.”
His gaze moved over me slowly, from my tangled hair to my bare arms to my boots still unlaced. “Little bit.”
