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“Oh, I am. Half-cooked marshmallowssuck.”
“Stop fucking hiding behind your jokes.”
“Jokes?” I scoff. “That’s not a joke. That shit was disgusting.”
“Knock it off,” he snaps.
“You knock it off—”
He snakes his hand around my neck, pulling me to him. I fight to pull away, but my emotions are too high, and it’s useless against his strength.
“Stop this, please.” His heated voice rumbles in my ear. “I can’t love you back, and I have my reasons. I’ve never hidden that truth from you. I’m not your happily ever after, Minds.”
Tears fall, and I angrily wipe them away. Feeling exposed, pathetic, and so fucking hurt, I reply, “No, again, you’re just a coward. I’m glad we got that out of the way. Is there anything else? If not, I need to figure out how to rewind time.” Back to before I ever met Tate fucking Deveraux.
His eyes, hard as steel, gaze down at me. His thumb brushes along my bottom lip. “And what would you change?” he asks.
“Ever meeting—”
His phone rings, cutting me off. His shoulders tense, and his head cocks toward the cabin. His phone hasn’t rung once since we’ve been here. And it shouldn’t. Not unless Sheldon is in custody or something’s wrong. Tate pulls back and sprints up the yard to the porch, grabbing his phone.
I quickly dress and follow him until I’m within earshot. “What’s going on?” he spits out, his brow instantly furrowing. “How? That’s impossible. We haven’t been in contact with anyone. No, I don’t have my fucking Wi-Fi on.”
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“He found us.” Tate barely addresses me before going back on a rampage, yelling at whoever’s on the other line.
No, I don’t have my fucking Wi-Fi on.
Crap. I turned on my phone and allowed him to find us.
“I don’t give a—”
“It was me.” Tate snaps his head in my direction. Nervously, I say, “A few days ago. I took my phone out of your bag. I was curious. I wanted to see who Jacie was. Tell her off—I don’t know. I—”
“Youwhat?” His tone is calm yet deadly. My hands shake with nerves.
“I took my phone out of your bag and turned it on. I was on it for like a minute, I swear, then I put it back. I didn’t think it would trigger anything.”
Tate looks ready to murder someone—that someone being me. “Tate, I’m—”
“It was Mindy,” he spits out, cutting me off. “She got in her fucking—where? How far? How much time do we have?”
What did I do?
“On it.” Tate disconnects the call and switches into warrior mode.
“Tate, I didn’t know—”
“Get in the house. Get changed.”
“What’s happening?” He storms inside. “Tate!”
He whips around, causing me to stop abruptly. “Do as I fucking say.”
“Not unless you tell me what’s going on.”
He takes two menacing steps toward me, and I shuffle back. “What’s going on is you don’t listen. You don’t know how to trust me, and because of that, you’ve led Sheldon right to us.”
