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I’m racked with jealousy. Sienna will not be having sex with another man, even if it’s just pretend and there’s a sheet between them.

If there’s one man I hate more than Cash right now for driving Sienna away, it’s Sienna’s Hollywood ex. I don’t trust men like that as far as I can throw them.

“God.” Sienna scrapes loose strands of hair from her face. “I’m such a hot mess.”

“It sounds like they put a lot of pressure on you.” I keep my hands on her hips. “There’s only so much pressure a person can take before they explode. You’re human, Sienna, not a machine.”

“Being a machine would make my life so much simpler.”

“I’m sure it would. But it would be boring.”

Sienna looks up at me. The sun is gone, but her eyes still sparkle. “I haven’t had a break like this since… before I moved to LA. I’m from the smallest town in Michigan. I used to dress like this a lot, actually.” Sienna runs her hands down her body.

The simple clothes she wears suit her. The earthy tones enhance her eyes and bring out the adorable freckles on her nose. At first, I was unsure why she felt the need to hide them, but I get it now. Sienna wears makeup more as a mask to hide herself than to make herself look pretty.

“So… Cash…” I stick my hands in my pockets. “Is he bothering you?”

“He’s…” She doesn’t finish the sentence.

Of course she doesn’t.

Those green eyes get the bastard far in life, even when it comes to working his way into Sienna’s panties.

He lived in LA himself before moving up here, and thinks he has everything figured out.

Fucking prick.

“You’re right, though,” sighs Sienna, changing the topic of conversation. “Another night here won’t hurt,” she says, backtracking. “I need to do a Pilates workout or something. That always makes me feel better. I’ll be back in the main cabin in a bit.”

“You don’t have any power, remember?”

“Yeah,” she calls, creating more distance. “But I don’t need it.”

She turns around, striding the rest of the way up the hill. I watch her go, and my blood boils. Her ex. Her home in LA. The media attention. Cash. Anger floods through me, turning the blood coursing through my veins to steam.

All I see is red as I march back to the main cabin...

And then my fist is striking Cash’s pretty face.

Chapter 16

Cash

Ipick myself up from the floor and retaliate, throwing a punch back at Knox.

He catches my fist, drives it back toward me, but I play on the momentum and pin him to the wall.

Knox has his moments, but he normally takes his anger out when he hunts.

It comes out of nowhere sometimes. He still carries over aggression from his time in the military.

But that’s no fucking excuse.

“What the hell?” I keep him pinned against the wall. Sure, he weighs more than me, but his moves are predictable, which is why I duck my head just in time before he delivers his next punch.

Eli enters the main room and pulls me away.

“He’s the problem,” I say. “He came at me throwing punches for no reason.”