Tyler’s grin turns smug.
“And yet, here you are.”
I try to knee him but of course he sees it coming.
“Nice try, Reaper.”
“You’re impossible.”
His grin turns victorious.
“And you’re still pinned.”
The certainty in his voice makes my stomach flutter.
Rain pours around us.
I manage to free one hand, scoop up a handful of mud, and swipe it across his cheek with a grin.
“Cassidy.”
I burst out laughing.
His eyes glint with a challenge.
“Oh, you’re done for.”
And suddenly we’re wrestling again, slipping through the mud and rain while his laughter chases me through the storm.
I don’t make it two feet.
Tyler catches the back of my jacket and yanks.
A laugh escapes me as I stumble backward straight into him and breathe out,
“Cheater.”
“I call it adapting.”
His arms tighten briefly around my waist before I manage to get free.
The second I do, I launch another handful of mud at him.
This time he ducks and the mud sails past his shoulder.
“Missed.”
“Damn it.”
His grin is infuriating.
The kind that makes me want to wipe it off his face.
I charge him.
A terrible decision.
Tyler catches me around the middle and lifts me completely off the ground.
