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“We have to get out of these wet clothes,” Quinton explains while continuing to peel the clingy fabric off my body. My shirt and bra are easy, but it takes some time and finesse to peel my pants off and over my leg.
“I’m actually impressed by your brace. Girl scouts?”
“No.” I smile. “TV.”
“I have to take this off. We’ll make a new one tomorrow.”
I try to hide how much every tiny movement hurts, but of course, nothing goes unnoticed by Quinton.
“You don’t have to pretend you’re not in pain. I know this hurts.”
“Did you ever break a bone? I never have before.”
“Yeah, a few times…” He trails off as he takes his clothes off and throws them to the front seat. “I broke my leg falling out of a tree once. I was climbing up to get my sister’s kite and slipped on the way down.”
“Oh.” I don’t know what else to say. Quinton rarely shares anything about himself with me. It’s not the kind of thing we do, so hearing him talk about something personal leaves me pretty speechless.
When he has stripped down to his boxers, he twists around and leans over the backseat, looking through the trunk of the jeep. A moment later, he pulls a blanket out, and I almost rip it out of his hands. It looks scratchy and uncomfortable, but when you are half freezing to death, anything that offers warmth looks great.
Wrapping an arm around me, he holds me to his side and drapes the gray wool blanket around our bodies. I hate to admit it, but I cling to him. The warmth of his body blankets mine, and I shudder against him. The chill of the cold I’ve endured all day finally melts away, and the first slivers of warmth return to my body.
I lean my head against his shoulder, and he rests his on mine, bringing our bodies even closer together. There’s a lot of bad blood and misunderstanding between us, but out here, all of that seems to fizzle away. The chances of us dying now are slim since I know Xander will call for a search party for his son, even if no one else cares to come looking for me.
Still, I’d rather clear the air between us while I can, and maybe by the time we get back to Corium, we can somewhat describe our relationship as friends.
“I didn’t steal the bracelet from your sister,” I start, but he interrupts me.
“I know.” He sighs. “I mean, I didn’t know. Not until it was too late, and you were already on the helicopter, but I know now. That’s why I came for you. I owed it to you. You helped my sister. You were there for her, and I knew if I didn’t come out here and at least see if you had survived, I would have this on my conscience for the rest of my life.”
The response is more than I ever expected.
I take a deep breath. “So, you know she gave it to me as a gift? I was only trying to help her, make sure she was okay, and then she told me to take the bracelet. I planned to give it back to her; I still do.”
“Well, you won’t be able to do that anymore.”
There’s a coldness to his voice that wasn’t there moments ago, and I know it has to do with Adela.
“Why is that? Did you already send it back?”
I can feel a wall forming between us, and I don’t know how to stop him from building it up. “No… I don’t want to talk about it.”
I lick my dry lips, thankful that he didn’t pull away and leave me cold, even if he’s pulled away emotionally.
“I understand you were hurt; you thought I stole from your sister… but why did it have to be Matteo you sent after me? Did you really hate me that much?”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t send anyone after you.”
“You gave him your key card… he told me.”
“That fucking prick. What did he do?” The venom in Quinton’s voice is enough to strike fear in any man.
“He attacked me, came into my room, and told me he had a video of that night in the hall. He said you told him he could send it to whoever he wanted.” I try not to sound accusatory, but the thought ignites a fire of rage deep in my belly. Silence fills the cab of the truck, and all you can hear is our heavy breathing.
“I didn’t give him the key to your room.”
I don’t know why, but I believe him. He didn’t give Matteo access to my room, but he is not denying anything about the video. I probably should leave it alone and concentrate on staying warm, but I have to tell Quinton the whole story.
“You know it was Matteo that night at the fundraiser.”
