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He snorted.

“Why are you a prospect, anyway?” I asked.

“Because I want to be,” he muttered, and I felt the instant coolness that came with the words.

I didn’t say anything else, only went back to eating my food.

The weird wall of tension between us slowly dissipated until the only thing left was awareness.

He was a sexy man.

He was tall with blonde hair that that I couldn’t decide whether it had a hint of red or not.

He had a blonde beard that was trimmed close to his face, but wasn’t over the top like some of the other’s in the MC.

He had light blue eyes that were rimmed with a hint of green, and a very muscular body.

Not Hulk muscular, but a nicely toned body that looked to be from working rather than working out.

Not that I didn’t think he did one over the other. He just looked like he didn’t go to the gym much.

“So what do you do?” I asked curiously.

“I’m a game warden…and a lumberjack,” he muttered, slurping up another forkful of chicken spaghetti.

“A lumberjack?” I asked. “Is that even a real occupation anymore?”

He turned to look at me.

“Yes.”

One word was all I received, and I knew better than to continue on that line of questioning.

“I’m in school to become a paralegal,” I told him, sensing a change of subject was needed.

“Yeah,” he said. “I heard.”

“You did?” I asked in confusion. Had I already told him that?

No.

He nodded. “Your brother, Ridley, told me.”

I blinked.

Ridley didn’t often talk about me to other people.

I was a very private person, but then again, having what I had, and experiencing what I did, was the reasoning behind that.

“Oh,” was the only thing I could think to say.

“He said you hate doing it,” he continued.

I snorted.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Then why do you do it?” He persisted.