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Chapter 38~ Meat and Potato Man

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Chapter 38

I stared at the phone in my hand, then up at Bard's retreating back.

That fucking asshole! He knew. He knew I wouldn't be able to make a call up here.

"Hey!" I jumped out of the car and stormed after him. "Bard!"

He ignored me.

I ran to catch up and grabbed the back of his shirt. "Hello!"

Bard stopped and turned. The way he stood, the look on his face as he literally looked down at me, made me feel like a chihuahua who'd picked a fight with a bear. A big, annoyed bear.

His brow lifted. "Yes?"

Is he... trying to intimidate me? I almost laughed. My fingers curled around the worthless device, and I shoved it into his chest. "You did this shit on purpose!"

"And how exactly did I do that?" Same expression, same lifted brow, like a statue, unaffected.

"You knew I wouldn't be able to call." Despite knowing he wouldn't lay a hand on me, I still took a step back. I blamed it on instinct.

Bard matched the movement. "I did."

I looked around. Alone. Secluded. "Well, then." I cleared my throat. "That's pretty messed up." Another step back.

"I'm sorry." Another step forward, looming, like a walking mountain about to crush me. "If you feel so betrayed, you could always spit the gum out." With that, his expression completely changed, and a wide smile spread across his face.

I glared at him and took the gum out of my mouth with every intention of sticking it to his nose. I reached up to do just that...

I hadn't expected him to open his mouth, nor to lean forward and take the gum, along with my fingers, between his lips.

A fire ignited every inch of my skin, and I stood, dumbstruck, staring at him, lips slightly parted, eyes wide, frozen.

His tongue caressed my fingers as he slowly pulled away. "I like sweet things," he said, chewing the gum pointedly.

I whimpered. Fuck it if I didn't whimper, and he smirked. That asshole smirked.

"Come on, Tequila. Let me show you the cabin." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and lead me inside.

I couldn't do anything but follow. My heart was racing, my mind on repeat. His tongue, the look in his eyes, the feel of him tasting me. I was gonna burn. I was burning already. Shit. This was an awful idea.

He kept my body pressed into his side, and I didn't even have the presence of mind to pull away.

"This is it, home sweet home." Bard motioned with one arm as we stepped through the door.

The room was small, not as small as the motor home, but not big either.

It was remarkably clean for a place nobody lived in, and I wondered how often Bard visited.

Obvious feminine touches peppered throughout the living room. A floral sofa lined up with the far wall. An wooden rocking chair faced an entertainment center that was covered in knick knacks and photos, filled with VHS tapes. A TV and VCR.

Even more photos coated the walls, dozens of them, all varying in sizes. I pulled away from Bard and inspected the closest one.

An older Bard stared back at me, and a little boy clung to his leg, looking like a young Tarzan, shirtless and covered in dirt, smiling like the sun shone just for him. So... happy.