That thought alone is enough to send my stomach rolling.
I’m waiting in the hallway for Landon to finish going to the bathroom when Noah comes walking down the hall. I’m clearly his target.
Oh, great.
“Hey,” he says, scanning the area like he’s looking for Landon.
Given the way he beat the shit out of Noah, I’d be scanning my surroundings too.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“I just wanted to check on you. You’ve seemed off lately. Is everything okay?”
If Noah has noticed, then I’m definitely not playing things cool. Shit. I have to bottle it all up. I don’t know how, but I have to.
“I’m fine. Thanks for your concern. You can go.”
Noah’s brows furrow like he doesn’t believe me, and he takes a step closer to me. I instantly take a step back, and his frown deepens at that.
“Is he hurting you?”
“What?” I snap.
“Landon. Is he hurting you?”
“Why the fuck would you even ask that?”
Noah looks at me like I’m naïve. “He’s aggressive.”
“Only to you,” I scoff.
Noah shakes his head like he doesn’t believe me. Honestly, I don’t have the mental bandwidth for this jackass.
“The only man on this island who has hurt me, physically or emotionally, is you. So, please, do me a favor and forget my fucking name.”
Noah opens his mouth like he wants to argue when the door behind me opens, and Landon appears. He smiles as he spots me, but that smile instantly falls when he sees Noah in front of me—until he’s practically sprinting in the other direction.
“What did he want?” Landon snarls.
I shake my head. “It’s not even worth our time,” I sigh.
Landon nods and pulls me into him, pressing a kiss to my forehead, when a familiar, and extremely unwanted, voice carries through the house.
“Heyyy! Any lovebirds in here?” Alex calls out.
My gaze instantly moves to Landon’s, but he closes his eyes and shakes his head.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“Landon,” I whisper, but he shakes his head, signaling we can’t talk freely now.
Blowing out a breath, I nod, then we make our way down the hall and find everyone heading out to the back deck. We all gather around Alex as the cameras get set up.
“Aren’t you all a sight for sore eyes?” he says, smiling.
“You literally saw us, like, five days ago,” Bella says flatly.
Alex’s plastic smile seems to almost crack at the seams. I never noticed that before.
