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After tucking the kit back into his bag, he pulled out a canteen of water and an energy bar.
“You need to eat and drink.”
He didn’t need to ask twice. The moment the water touched my lips, I realized how thirsty I was—and also starving.
Justin watched me eat, ensuring I ate every single bite. I felt like a prisoner under the heavy scrutiny of my captor, but in a totally sexy dark-romance-novel kind of way.
“Thank you,” I said, handing him the empty wrapper. I felt immensely better. Even my headache had lessened to a dull roar behind my eyes.
Justin moved to my feet, lifted the thermal blanket, and took my left foot in his hand.
I jerked out of his hold and pulled my leg to my chest. “What are you doing?”
“I’m checking for frostbite,” he said with a frown.
“Oh.” A blush crept up my cheeks. “Sorry. I didn’t know what you were doing. I don’t know why I did that—I haven’t had a pedicure in a long time and I just, I don’t know, I’m weird with my feet.”
I wanted to laugh at how ridiculous I sounded.
“Well, a pedicure will be the last thing on your mind if you lose your toes.”
“Losemy toes?” I squeaked in horror.
Justin’s lip quirked with the closest thing to a smile I’d seen. I was amusing him—and also annoying him because he impatiently snapped his fingers.
“Come on, just let me see them.”
Begrudgingly, I straightened my legs. He took each foot in his hands, examining each of my toes. I found the whole thing extremely erotic. What the hell was wrong with me? I must be ovulating, I decided. There was no other explanation.
I caught Justin noticing the flush on my neck.
Our eyes met. Electricity crackled between us.
“How are my feet?” I asked quietly, my voice quivering.
He didn’t speak for a moment, just considered me with that soul-shaking intensity he was so damn good at.
“They’re fine,” he said finally. Then he abruptly dropped my foot, stood, and moved to the other side of the room, as far away from me as possible.
I blinked.Okay then.
He began pacing the room, rechecking things he’d already checked. He seemed nervous, edgy all of a sudden.Thisamusedme.Justin didn’t know what to do with me. Or was it that he didn’t know what to do with himself?
After a few minutes, he stopped pacing and stared between the wooden planks that boarded up the windows and seemed to lose himself in his thoughts. I wanted so badly to know what he was thinking about.
My gaze settled on the jagged scar down his face.
“Where did you get that?” I asked, hugging my knees to my chest.
“Get what?” he said, not offering me his attention.
“That scar.”
A moment passed, and I wondered if he’d heard me. Then he slowly looked at me, and in a voice as emotionless and as cold as ice, he said, “I sliced open my face with a kitchen knife.”
My jaw dropped. It took me a second to find my words. I’d assumed it was an injury from his time in the military.
“You—you did that to yourself?”
