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Then, suddenly, he’s ripped away from me. I open my eyes, looking down in horror at him sprawled on the rug. Cole is standing over him, his snow-wet boot planted in the middle of his chest. His face is murderous.
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Eli
Poor Daisy looks like she’s going to have a heart attack. She shoots up, her eyes widening. “What are you doing?” She demands. “Get the Hell off him!”
“No.”
She launches herself at Cole, trying to pull him off me. I’ve got to hand it to her—she’s a fighter. She comes at him like a wildcat. Unfortunately, he’s used to dealing with moose about fourteen times her weight, so he probably barely notices as she grabs his arm and tries to drag him away.
“What iswrong with you?” She hisses. “Have you lived in the woods so long you’ve turned into a fucking bear? Getoff him!”
“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?” He growls at me. “We left you alone for half an hour! You can’t keep your hands off her for that long?”
I put my hands up. “I didn’t do anything!”
“He wasn’t groping me,” Daisy pipes up. “He was comforting me!”
“He hit on you while you have a fuckinghead injury,” Cole snarls.
“I don’t! Riven said I was fine. AndIwas the one snuggling up tohim,not the other way around.” She tries again to shove Cole off me. “Get off him, you fuckingbrute.”
“It’s alright, babe,” I say. “We do this all the time. He’s pretty easy to take down, look.” I grab him by the ankle and yank, hard. Cole swears as he topples down on top of me.
“Fuck,” I grunt as all the air gets knocked out my lungs. “Jesus. You need to go on a diet, man. No more moose pie for you.”
He shoves himself upright, eyes burning. “Come to the barn,” he mutters. “Riven wants to talk to you.”
Daisy offers me her hand. I don’t need it, but I’m certainly not going to say no to any opportunity to touch her. I wrap my fingers around her tiny wrist, letting her help me to my feet, then brush myself off.
“See? No harm done. Cole wouldn’t hurt a fly, really.”
“Sure.” She sounds sceptical. “Where are we going?”
“Not you,” Cole orders. “Stay.” He pushes her back onto the sofa cushions.
She sputters. “I’m not a dog!”
“We’re going to talk about you. You can’t come.”
“We’re going to look at your car,” I explain, glaring at him. “You may as well stay here in the warm. Here.” I pull a blanket out of the basket next to the sofa and wrap it around her. “Eat your cinnamon bun. We’ll be back soon.”
Her eyes narrow. This is not a girl who likes being told what to do. Noted. I smile at her as angelically as I can, until she sits back down, her eyes still suspicious.
Bored of this interaction, Cole turns on his heel and leaves, heading for the door.
I catch up with him halfway to the barn, stumbling through the snow. It’s coming down thick, now. We don’t have a lot of time. “Can you tone it down a bit?” I ask, as he storms ahead. “I was just telling her she was safe here. I don’t think your random act of violence is really going to convince her.”
“You shouldn’t have tried to kiss her when she was drugged up and crying,” he mutters.
“I wasn’t going to kiss her.”
“You were.”
“I wasn’t! I was drying off her face! She was upset!”
He cuts me a cold look. “You’ve never seen a pretty girl you didn’t try to kiss.”
