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“Fifteen minutes?” She narrows her eyes at me over her shoulder.

“Your brain needs to cool down.”

“Grrr. I am certain sitting here and looking at you isn’t going to do that.”

She’s not the only one that’s in distress. Looking at her isn’t going to cool my brain. Or any other parts.

If she sees the damage from the truck fire, she’s going to freak. That means her blood pressure is going up. Which means her overheated body is going to suffer even more.

Not happening on my watch.

“I’m serious. If I’m taking care of you, I’m not going to let you have a medical crisis.”

She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “What did your guy say?”

“Fourteen minutes. I’ll tell you then.”

ChapterEight

The expression on Beast’s face is uncompromising. I don’t think I’d be able to budge the man with a bulldozer. His determination is etched in stone.

And I swear someone poured molasses on the clock. Freaking longest fifteen minutes of my life.

This sucks. I hate sitting still. Especially when there’s work to be done. People to find. Bad men to stop.

If he’s going to force me to wait, he’s going to pay.

I turn on the fan on the nightstand and lay down on his bed. I rest my head onhispillow.

Take that,sit in that small chair, and be uncomfortable.

I’m going to lie here and soak up the cool air.

It feels so good. A little moan slips out of me.

The chair he’s sitting in creaks dangerously.

I know he’s glaring. I can feel it.

“Camile…” The word is kind of a growl. Sort of a mutter.

“Hm. What?”

When I raise my head and look his way, he’s rubbing his eyes, shaking his head like he’s got a worm in his ear.

I close my eyes and sigh again. On purpose this time. “The fan feels good. This bed is pretty nice.”

A rumbly grunt follows. A creak of the chair too.

The clock ticks. Slowly. Not that there is a clock.

I find myself looking around. Since I’m not going anywhere, I take my time.

Tidy space. The bed has a nice native hand-woven bed cover. It’s a bold pattern in red, orange, and blue. Pretty, white lace curtains hang on both windows. Hand-thrown pottery bowls, plates, and cups in blue and orange are on a shelf in the small corner kitchen.

Someone put a lot of effort into making the little house feel nice. But the space feels small for a man like Beast. He takes up…everything. The whole dining area especially. Two very strong-looking, outstretched legs take up most of it.

I like tall men.

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