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There’s a tiny kitchen, and from where I’m standing, I can see the bedroom and bathroom.
“As long as it has running water, I’m good to go.” I smile at Max. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
His eyes rest on me for a while, then he asks, “How are you holding up?”
I shrug and walk toward the bedroom, where a double bed and worn desk occupy most of the space. “I’m just tired.” I glance at the couch again. “Do you have an extra blanket?”
He shakes his head. “This place only has the bare necessities. I’ll go into town tomorrow to get supplies.” He walks closer to me. “You take the bedroom. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
There’s no way his body is going to fit on the couch.
Feeling awkward as hell, I say, “Or we can both get a good night’s rest on the bed. It’s big enough.”
Max doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and I shift on my feet.
“Will you be okay with that?” he asks.
I nod, then force a smile to my face. “We’re just going to sleep.”
His eyes drift over me. “Right.”
He turns around and shuts the front door before locking it. I walk into the small bedroom and throw the covers back.
“Sleep next to the wall,” he orders.
I crawl across the mattress and lie down. Then my eyes land on Max, who’s unbuttoning his shirt.
Holy shit.
I force myself to stare at the ceiling, but a second later, I turn onto my side, and my gaze drinks in the sight of him as he shrugs the fabric off.
The muscles of his chest are defined, and the man has abs for days.
Jesus. Of course, he’d have a body to go with his intense eyes and perfect face.
There’s a name tattooed on his side.Anja.
When he turns to place the folded shirt on a worn desk, I get a view of his muscled back and broad shoulders.
“The strong win. The weak die,” I read the words inked above a tattoo of a tree with leaves blowing up toward his shoulder and roots creeping across his lower back to his hips. “What does the tree symbolize?”
Max starts to unbuckle his belt, and my eyebrow flies up. The corner of his mouth lifts, then he says, “I’m not sleeping in suit pants.”
Reluctantly, I turn onto my other side and face the wall so he’ll have some privacy. It takes every ounce of strength I have not to take a peek.
Chapter 15
Max
This is not a good idea.
The thought means shit as I switch off the light and lie down beside Cami.
Tonight, shit got real. Rage simmers in my chest because those fuckers actually tried to kill her.
Over my dead body, will I allow anyone to touch her.
Seeing Cami’s terror and having her in such a dangerous situation makes my rage grow.
