Page 51 of Hunted: Season Two

Which I’m not and never will be.

“So, the rumors are true then?” She inquires on the folding of her arms. “Youaredating Little Miss New in Town?”

“AndThe Kid.” Another arrogant smirk is given. “We’re one, big, constantly fuckin’ family.” I let my head fall condescendingly to one side. “Jealous?”

“No.” The sneer she presents indicates the opposite. “Iam lookin’ to settle down with somethin’ a little moretraditional.”

“You mean you’re lookin’ to finally be the one he cheatsoninstead ofwith?”

“That’s cynical.”

“Rich comin’ from the woman who meets engaged men by day and strips for them by night.”

“At least I know who they’reactuallyfuckin’ by day.”

“I wasn’t fuckin’ The Kid when we were together.”

“But youwantedto.” Her pointed index finger stabs me in the chest. “And that’s pathetic.”

“Why?” My eyebrows shift towards the sky. “Because I loved him and not you?”

“Because you’d rather play find the monkey wrench with a toddler than actually commit to a real relationship!”

“Iamcommitted to a real relationship. It’s just one that doesn’t includeyou.”

“Yeah, well, we both know the shit you’re doin’ now ain’t goin’ nowhere unlike the men I meet on a daily.”

“You mean theengagedmen you’re tryin’ to fuck when their wives to be aren’t watchin’?”

“Has it ever occurred to you that some men can’t be tempted to cheat?”

“You’re lookin’ at one.”

The eye roll she delivers is accompanied by a headshake. “I mean arealman. One who would go to the ends of the earth for his woman. One who would move heaven and earth. One would hike any mountain and cross every ocean and pay every last dollar he has just to find her and make her his again.”

Her particular phrasing prompts the hairs that had settled to stand up straight again.

“One who would stop at nothin’ to have her. Who wouldn’t letanyoneget in his way. Not her family. Not her friends. Not even the one-nightstands she used to try to get over him.”

Distress unforgivingly plops itself into the pit of my stomach.

“And before you tell me men like that don’t exist, Iknowthey do. Annabelle and I have been meetin’ with one from Florida, Chad McAllen, who has told us all the lengths he’s willing to go to for the woman he loves.”

It slowly rolls around from one end to the other.

“And not only that, but he’s doin’allthe weddin’ plannin’ for his flighty fiancée too! He’s done the tourin’. The bookin’. Even her dress pickin’. Says he doesn’t want her havin’ to worry about one single thing on their special day.”

That feeling promptly transitions to one of terror.

Dread.

“He swears, she’ll love him to her last breath for all he’s done, and you know what?” Jolene longingly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “I truly believe she will.” She gives me one last disgusted look. “Now,that’strue love.”

No.

That’s a funeral in the making.

And one I’ll do whatever’s necessary to prevent my woman from attending.

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