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I fought back a laugh. My dick was just pressed against her ass, and she still called me that. I wanted to hear my name on her lips, my first name. I wanted to know hers. I stepped forward, taking off my hat and hanging it on the hook. Then I joined her in the bathroom and snatched the cloth out of her hand.
“Hey—”
“Hush,” I ordered as I got down on my haunches and held out my hand. “Lift your leg.”
Her green eyes held mine, fear still lingering behind them. “You don’t—”
“You’re tracking blood all through my home, City Girl. I would very much appreciate it if that stopped,” I said, grabbing her ankle and pulling her foot towards me.
The bottoms of her feet were bloody, several lacerations on her heel and toes. “Gotta clean these, and then I have some ointment to help with the pain. And the healing process,” I explained.
She remained silent, her hands gripping the edge of my shirt she was still wearing. A semi-comfortable silence stretched between us as I set to cleaning her wounds. Her other foot was in the same condition. I had to hand it to her, though; these wounds were pretty nasty, and I knew this shit hurt. Yet, she didn’t make a sound. She just stared at me. After I finished wrapping her right foot, I gently eased it down and lifted the left one.
“You know, not a lot of people would get away with staring at me like you are right now, City Girl.”
Silence.
“I couldn’t get you to shut up this last week and now you don’t have anything to say?”
She cleared her throat. “Why are you doing this?”
I looked at her for a second, then back at her feet. “Because you’re tracking blood through my house.”
“But—”
“And I’ve dealt with injuries worse than this,” I continued.
“Are you going kill me?” she whispered. I looked up at her, lowering her foot slightly.
I laughed. “No, City Girl. I ain’t gonna kill ya.”
“What if I go to the police?” she dared.
I gestured to the door. “Have at it.”
She gaped at me, like she couldn’t believe what I was saying. Then again, if I was in her position, maybe I would be the same. I just killed a man in front of her. It wasn’t my first time taking a life, and it wouldn’t be my last.
“You are going to let me go?”
“This isn’t some fucked up version of Beauty and the Beast,” I retorted, putting my focus back on her wounds. She tried to pull her leg away from me, but my hand clamped down on her bare thigh. I looked up to her again, baring my teeth.
“You can leave in the morning. Now, stay fucking still so I can get this wrapped,” I ordered.
Those green eyes flashed with anger. “You are the worst man I have ever met,” she snapped.
“City Girl, you saying that to a man on his knees in front of you, cleaning your feet and wrapping your wounds, makes me think you aren’t a good judge of character.”
She gasped. “I am an excellent judge of charac—”
“Right. Who do you work for again?” I asked.
Her mouth snapped shut.
We remained silent until I was finished, until I went downstairs and got her clothes. When I returned to my room, she was still on the toilet. After tossing her clothes on the chair in the corner of the bedroom, I joined her.
She quickly wiped her face, but I knew she’d been crying. I also knew that I didn’t like her crying, but I ignored the twinge in my chest. She would be gone tomorrow, and all of this would be over.
Hallow Ranch would be untouched.
