Page 44 of Eat Your Heart Out


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He frowned. “Fawn…”

“I’m sure I know it better than you,” I said, still laughing. “Bru showed me around.”

We’d gone all through these woods this morning, and though I didn’t believe what Wolf was saying for shit, I felt the need to stand up for myself. He was playing some game, clearly, but if it was to make a fool out of me for not knowing what I was doing out here, he wasn’t winning there. I did know what I was doing, and that was thanks to his brother.

At the mention of Bru, Wolf bristled for some reason. His arms dropped, and the next thing I knew, he was the one laughing.

“Right. You and my brother,” he said, the words laced in what could only be sarcasm. He smirked. “Best buds.”

I bristled this time. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just what I said. Best buddies.” A muscle feathered his jaw. “Have to be since you guys are all shacked up and having slumber parties.”

I was all out of laughter at this point, just straight confused now.

What. The. Fuck.

I didn’t just hear what I did. He didn’t just say what I thought I heard. I raised my hands. “You are kidding. You are fucking kidding. Where are the fucking cameras?”

I spun around, my hands out and everything. Wolf’s expression cooled. “Fawn.”

“Where are the cameras, Wolf?” I got in his face, and this was the biggest mistake.

I could smell him.

The spicy notes of his aftershave or whatever hit me like a tidal wave, and I physically wavered where I stood. I didn’t back off, though, call it pride, and I got great satisfaction when his nostrils flared and his jaw clenched in front of me. The sun glinting off the double piercings in his nose, he obviously didn’t like me being in his face. I stood tall. “We have to be on some hidden camera show, because no, you did not just say you had a problem with your brother and me sharing a room.”

That meant he was jealous, and though I’d seen that before, it’d been just as much of a joke as this conversation. Wolf had once said he didn’t like other people touching his things, but I wasn’t his thing, and he couldn’t control me.

He’d freed me from that.

He probably thought the freedom came from ending our fake relationship and getting out of the way of my internship. But the real freedom had come from those last words he’d shared with me.

“I don’t do girlfriends, and even if I did, no way in the goddamn stratosphere would she be you.”

Those words hit me hard today, and though they’d killed then, they made me strong now. They gave me reality, and now, I could see the forest for the trees when it came to him. This man was arrogant. This man was selfish, and he loved having ownership of something. He loved control.

Wolf squeezed the bridge of his nose. “Forget I said anything, but just please come back to the house and get out of the woods. It’s about to get dark, and you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. Outside of people, there’s wild animals too.”

He was the only animal I saw in front of me. “You really expect me to believe you give a shit? About me?”

His throat jumped. “No, Fawn, I don’t want you hurt. I mean, why do you think I’m out here?”

More of his arrogance, or his stupid territorial caveman crap. And I guess my well-being didn’t apply to my emotional state. If it did, he wouldn’t be here at all.

I didn’t say any of my thoughts, and now, he was pacing for some reason. He lifted a hand. “I mean, it was obvious why you didn’t want to go out with everyone else.”

“Really?”

“Come on. You know it was.” His lips turned down. “You’re really going to make me say it?”

Pride kept me silent again, and maybe something else. I wasn’t stupid enough to address that other thing, my hands coming together.

He stopped pacing. “You and I both know you don’t do cars.”

I expected the words, but even still, I felt slapped across the face with them. That he was out here to address that very thing.

That he thought to address it.

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