The towel.
The supply of protein bars.
The new stash of water.
He wasn’t just some epic packer who was prepared for anything.
He’d found a goddamn house.
That was where he disappeared to for most of the day. Likely enjoying the electricity the solar panels on the roof provided. And food. And maybe running water.
If he had coffee in there, I was going to lose my ever-loving mind.
Who was I kidding?
I was already losing my mind.
I mean, I sawred.
If I ever scoffed at someone who said that they blacked out and woke up with blood on their hands, well, I owed those people an apology.
Because one moment, I was standing there, gaping at the sight before me.
The next, I was running at Wick as he got to his feet.
I took him down to the ground, both of us landing with a grunt, then scrambling, grabbing, rolling, twisting, fighting for dominance.
I didn’t yell. I didn’t curse. Or demand answers.
It was pure, physical anger right then as I threw my weight upward, hooked my legs around his hips, rolled him under me once again, then tried to rise up to… I don’t know. Hit him? Scream in his face? It was anyone’s guess.
It didn’t get to that point, though, as Wick brought up his legs, crossing them around my neck, and pushing with the superior strength of his lower body until I was bending backward toward the ground once again.
I wasn’t in the mood to play fair, though.
He certainly hadn’t been when he’d been keeping this place from me.
Reaching around his thighs, I balled up a fist and slammed down on his crotch.
The way the air rushed out of him was probably a lot more satisfying than it should have been.
I took advantage of his pain, rising over him again, grabbing for his arms like I was going to cuff him or something, despite not having those supplies on me at the moment.
But Wick wasn’t distracted for long.
He wrenched his hands away, both of us fighting for the upper hand.
Then he did it.
Grabbed both of my wrists.
He threw his weight, rolling me under him as he yanked up my arms and pinned them to the wooden porch above my head.
Everything stilled.
All there was in the world was his weight pressing down on me, our mingled labored breathing, the closeness of our faces.
Wick’s green eyes captured mine, refused to let go.