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“Yup,” I nod my head solemnly in agreement.

We not only fucked up, but now we’re officially fucked.

Because she’s not engaged.

There is no other man.

That’s the only thing that has stopped the three of us from slipping into utter chaos.

And now the floodgate’s open.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Blaire

The flashlight on my phone scans over the blush floral upholstery from the 90s that lines the couch in my Gram’s camper. Sure, it’s a little dated, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a perfectly reasonable sleeping spot. I slept in this very spot as a kid.

I sniff the area.

There’s a musty smell, but it could just need some airing out. I’ll get through one night here and then I’ll make it more liveable tomorrow. One night will not kill me, but sharing a space with the Rile brothers might. I had to walk the perimeter of the camper about ten times after they drove away just to cool off, and I still feel the anger at them thrumming in me.

A metallic thud reverberates through the entire camper and I scream in surprise, whipping my phone light around me frantically.

“Shit!” a familiar male voice swears.

Colt.

“It’s just me,” he continues. “I think the damn door came off its hinges.”

I huff with impatience and make it to the front door.

“Did you just rip my door off?” I say, folding my arms as he places a camping lantern on the ground. “A bit excessive, don’t you think?”

“Peace offering.” Colt puts one hand up as he hands me over a big canvas bag with the other.

I take it while glaring at him suspiciously. I should just slam the door on him. But I can’t really do that now, can I?

I peek into the bag. A paper bag with grease spots seeping through, blankets, and a big bottle of water. I lift the paper bag to inspect it.

“Egg sandwich,” Colt says. “Briggs makes ‘em damn good.”

This is the first time I’ve ever seen Colt even look a little bit sheepish. The man practically has his damn tail between his legs. And seeing him like this is… damn it. It’s kind of sexy, I realize.

“This is actually really nice.” I sigh resentfully.

“Sorry to annoy you,” He says with a small smirk. Damn that smirk.

“You should be sorry,” I say.

“You should be sorry, too.” He leans up against the door frame. He’s so close to me that I can feel the heat emanating from his body and smell his cedar scent that hasn’t changed. A warm thrum shimmers through me.

“Oh, yeah?” I say, but my voice sounds soft, almost delirious with the warmth that is filling me from being this close to him.

“Yeah,” he says, his breath mixing with mine. Our faces are dangerously close. “For telling us you don’t have a damn fiancé.”

My eyes narrow at him. What does that mean?

“Because now there’s no good reason in the world why I shouldn’t pin you up against that wall and fuck you until you say my name like you used to.”

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