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“Because somehow, she knew Charley would need saving here. She knew I’d wind up on this op. Shit never makes sense with her. And she doesn’t tell you anything. She just drops you into situations, and you have to figure it out yourself,” I rambled, feeling even more fucked in the head than when I first saw Charley by the pool last night. Fate hadn’t brought Charley and me together. It was Camila’s handiwork. But even worse, that meant Charley was in danger.
“Camila told me when she says too much about her visions, it can often make things worse,” Carter pointed out.
True.
“Well, Lucy and Charley are blonde and the right age. And based on what Lucy shared during the polygraph, they apparently have no family aside from each other,” Gwen stated the facts as my jaw and gut tightened.
Making them prime targets.
“Do any of the judges have a say in who gets invited to the show?” Carter asked her.
Gwen frowned. “We don’t even know the judges’ names yet, let alone who is making the decisions about contestants.” She tipped her head toward the main building, a subtle reminder to the camera she’d planted in the library to hopefully get some IDs.
Before I could manage a comment, my attention swerved to one of the treehouses. Lucy was in the doorway, and Mason was on the other side of her, leaning in and—
“Something tells me that kiss is real,” Gwen commented, an amused chuckle following her words.
My attention had been stolen again, though. Charley, Mya, and Oliver were walking our way. Charley abruptly stopped, locking on to the kiss.
And she looked pissed, but not because Mason more than likely had his tongue in her sister’s mouth. No, I was pretty sure she was upset with me. Well, with all of us on her team. And damnit, we needed to talk now, or I had a feeling this woman would slip away for good this time. I couldn’t let that happen, especially not if she was in trouble.
“Don’t.” Carter extended his arm, blocking my path. I hadn’t realized I’d even taken a step in her direction. He removed his shades and pinned me with a hard look. “You want a word with her? Fine. Then earn enough points to sleep in the treehouse with her tonight. No cameras there. You talk to her then and only then.” He arched a brow, waiting for confirmation I’d understood his order.
I let go of a gruff breath and hissed, “Roger that.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHARLOTTE
FIVE MINUTES AGO
“Why is your arm covering my boobs?” I overheard Mya hiss. When I turned to see what they were fussing about, I found my bed empty.
“Shit, sorry,” Oliver remarked, sounding genuine.
As he stood from the bed, Mya clutched the bedding to her chest like she was naked.
Doubtful. I looked around the room. “Where is everyone else?”
“Maybe on a walk?” Mya suggested. “Coffee run?”
Without responding, I went ahead and grabbed my stuff from the suitcase, needing to go check on my sister. In the bathroom, I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth before changing into jean shorts and a tee.
When I returned to the bedroom, Oliver and Mya stopped whatever hushed conversation they were having.
“Don’t go out alone,” Oliver spoke up after I dumped my stuff on the bed and started for the door.
“I’ll be fine.” I had no plans to stop and wait for a chaperone. My sister had spent the night with a stranger in a treehouse meant for sex, and I had to ensure she was both physically and emotionally okay.
“Stop,” Oliver called out, and I whirled around on the trail to find him and Mya catching up with me.
Oliver hadn’t bothered to change—not that he’d needed to. Gym shorts and a tee were perfectly acceptable jungle attire—but Mya was still in what she wore to bed. And no woman I knew slept with a bra on if they could help it. Mya sure as hell hadn’t, and I barely choked back a laugh when Oliver turned his attention to her and his gaze went laser-focused to her breasts.
“Mya. Fuck. Seriously,” Oliver grunted.
“Then look away.” She didn’t seem shy about the fact he could see her nipples piercing her T-shirt. So apparently, she didn’t care if he saw her, only the cameras.
Oliver cursed again. “Neither of you should be alone. And you need to go change or put on a bra, and I don’t want”—he faced me—“you here alone either. So, we need to head back to the room together.”
