“You stood there and made me breakfast, knowing you were joining me on the island this afternoon?”
“Technically, it was yesterday.”
“I’m confused,” one of the guys behind me said.
“You and me both,” I snapped.
“I was assigned to guard Lolli for the past few years,” Cameron explained. “Got the letter last week that I was chosen for the game. Didn’t realize we weren’t doing the Bachelorette thing until then, either.”
“But you did realize and decide not to tell me,” I shot back.
“Did I?”
“Oh, fuck off, Cam.”
Thankfully, some big, burly bastard came swooping into the group with a loud “Whoop!” before anymore arguing went down.
“I’ve got the weapons!” he declared, wearing a massive grin as he strode through the crowd toward me. There was blood on his hands and splattered over his knuckles and chest. He was tan and blond, with big, black scaly wings spread out behind him. His hair was shaved completely on the sides but long on top, and I had a feeling it was usually styled perfectly.
I took two steps sideways in hopes of avoiding him.
The man had at least an inch on all the other guys, except maybe Rhett. He could absolutely squash me.
My movement was useless, because the guy just took two gigantic steps up to my side and grabbed my hand, lifting it in the air. The blood on his fists made my fingers slick.
I cringed and tried to lean away.
He just grinned wider.
“You’re mine for the next hour, Dolly,” he declared.
I flashed Rhett a desperate look.
The one he gave me back said the guy wasn’t hurting me in any way, so I was on my own.
“It’s Molly, Asshole,” one of the other guys grumbled.
I tried like hell to free my hand from Asshole’s grasp while he dragged me to the little speedboat Rhett had pointed out to us.
Rhett shifted into his wings and horns, the gorgeous, glassy appendages out behind him as he followed us overhead.
three
MOLLY
Asshole couldn’t stop talking about himself.
I swear, he was trying to sell himself to me like one of those obnoxious salesmen who doesn’t listen to what the customer wants or needs.
Oh, and his name was actually Kyle.
Though he did seem like an asshole, so the shoe fit.
While he talked and I pretended to be listening to the details about his life, my mind kept returning to the real problem:
Cameron Cassette.
I’d thought I could trust him.