Page 83 of Best Served Cold

“Nah.” He squared his shoulders. “It’s all good. Later.”

I watched him head toward the house. His gait was different, stiff and uneven, like he’d spent too much time on horseback.

“So that was interesting.”

I jumped as River melted out of the shadows. “Jesus!”

He grinned. “Not quite.”

“How much did you see?”

“Enough.”

I balled up my sweater and tucked it under my arm. “Ready to go?”

He nodded and fell into step with me. “You’re fucking up the plan,” he said as we broke through the tree line.

“No, I’m not.”

“If you say so.” He moved to my other side to block me from anyone who might be wandering around as we headed toward our car.

“I’m not,” I insisted.

He hummed and dug the keys out of his pocket.

“Whatever,” I grumbled.

I had the upper hand now, and I’d just had the best orgasm of my life. So why did I feel like shit?

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NOAH

The snap of a twig breaking caught my attention. I flicked my gaze to the left.

Zane stepped out from between a couple of trees, his expression as blank as always.

“What do you want?” I pulled one of my earbuds out.

“Do you really want to smoke that?” He nodded to the unlit cigarette between my fingers.

“Not particularly.” I held it up. “But I’m weak. Might as well stop fighting and just do it.”

He crouched in front of me, his intense gaze searching my face.

I looked away, unable to handle his scrutiny.

“Give it to me.”

I did.

“The rest.”

I dug the pack out of my pocket and slapped it into his waiting hand.

“Do you actually want these?”

I shook my head.

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