Page 33 of Unmasked Legacy

Wolfe nods in agreeance. “See where you’re comin’ from, but also know that unless we know what was goin’ on in his brain, we can’t ever be sure.”

“It doesn’t make it right.”

“Never said it did.”

We fall silent.

“Ever thought of askin’ him why?”

I flinch. “I never want to see that man again.”

“Fair enough.”

He doesn’t push, and I’m glad, because that isn’t an argument I want to have.

“I guess I better get back to my shower. Thanks, for ... you know ... this.”

Wolfe nods again, his eyes so dark, so hooded, it’s hard for me to know what he’s thinking.

“You can shower in my room,” he offers, casually. “You don’t want to shower in the main area, trust me.”

Oh.

I don’t want to know.

“Are you sure?”

He throws his leg over the bike, climbing off. “You’re good.”

I think I’ll take him up on that offer.

“There you are.”

Esme’s voice cuts in between us, and Wolfe turns and glances at her striding toward us in her tiny shorts and tight tank with no bra. Her dark hair is flowing down around her shoulders, and I hate how damn gorgeous she is. No wonder he isn’t interested in me—compared to her, I’m nothing.

Why does that thought hurt?

I need to get it together.

Stopping in front of us, Esme gives me a scalding look. “Your dramas again, I see?”

I fight the urge to slap her.

“Nice to see you, Esmerelda. As always,” I mumble, climbing off the bike.

She steps up as close to Wolfe as he will allow, fluttering her lashes at him. “You were gone when I woke up this morning, baby, I had a special surprise for you.”

Jesus.

He stares down at her. “Business.”

She pouts. “We could finish up now, if you like.”

“I’m going to have that shower,” I mutter, stepping around them and hurrying off.

I don’t need to hear any more.

I just need to get this over and done with so I can get the hell out of here.

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