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“But that’s his son.”
“You think that matters when it comes to selfish men?”
“It should.”
“It doesn’t,” Beast points out.
“Okay, so he won’t talk, what about the others?”
“Unimportant in the grand scheme of things.”
“But—” Frowning, I fold the tissue in half and dab at his cheek some more.
“Are you worried this will somehow fall back on Hudson?” he asks, his thick fingers curling around my wrist, warm and strong. I stare at him, suddenly aware that I’ve stepped between his parted legs and my stomach is pressed up against his crotch. The last time we got this close he had a semi in his pants. If Hudson hadn’t been in the room, I’d like to think I would’ve acted upon that, but now I have the chance to be brave and kiss him, a sudden nervousness fills my chest.
“No,” I reply, allowing him to take the tissue from me as I ease backwards. “I’m worried it will fall back on you.”
He cocks his head to the side and grins, his green eyes flashing with mirth. “Anyone would think you actually gave a shit about me?”
“You know I do.”
He meets my gaze and nods. “Yeah.”
“You shouldn’t take the fall for something you didn’t do,” I say truthfully.
“Pretty sure it was me who shot Dougie and those little crybaby pricks in the head then carved out their hearts.” Beast shrugs, dropping the bloody tissue into the bin.
“You know what I mean.” I sigh, feeling the guilt churn my stomach. “If I hadn’t gone to help Hudson, none of this would’ve happened.”
“What’s done is done. Besides, even if your dad hadn’t ordered me to off the fuckers, I would’ve done it anyway.” He shrugs off his jacket and strides over to the dining table, chucking it over the back of a chair.
“Why?”
“Because I meant what I said. No one touches our girl and gets away with it.”
“Ourgirl? Didn’t you say I wasyourgirl?” I can’t help but ask, chewing on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling.
“Same difference.”
I pull a face. “Nope, it’s completely different.”
Scraping a hand through his cropped hair, Beast rolls his eyes. “I just meant you belong to the fighters of Tales. You know, like one of those mascots that run around at basketball games.”
“Amascot?” I raise my brows and place a hand on my hip, indignation spiking my anger. “Do I look like a fucking beaver?”
“I dunno, does it?” Beast replies, his gaze fixing on my crotch, before he flicks his eyes back up again, amusement in his gaze.
“Ha ha! I’ll have you know that I have a very neatly trimmed bush that is very un-beaver like, thank you very much.”
“Always wise to keep the beaver tidy, you never know when it might be time to let it out to play.”
“Funny.” My cheeks heat and Beast laughs at my expense, the tosser.
“I’m gonna go take a shower. I’d kill for a cup of that coffee you’ve got percolating. Smells good, is that Arabica beans?” he asks.
“I have literally no idea…” I reply, shaking my head in wonder that he even knows what type of bean I’m using and completely ignoring the fact he was talking about mybeavercoming out to play.
“Smells rich, almost woodsy,” he replies without a smirk in sight.
