Page 97 of Wild As Her

“But if you keep showing up everywhere and driving me crazy? I'm liable to forget my good intentions and act on the bad ones."

My breath hitches. “What are the bad ones?”

He grins. “You don’t want to know.”

My knees nearly give out.Because I do. I really, really do.

And then he leans forward, his hand reaching across the counter as he picks up a cookie and takes a bite, looking me right in the eye as he does it.

I stare up at him, speechless.

“You gonna finish these cookies?” he asks, voice infuriatingly casual.

I blink. “What?”

“The cookies?”

“Oh. Yeah. Sure.”

"I'm going to go home and try to score some hot water before you do. I might even take care of myself and think about you while I'm at it," he smirks, throwing back in my face how I gave him hell and told him I took care of myself and thought about him.

He smirks and walks out, leaving a trail of smoldering destruction in his wake.

I stare after him.And then I mutter, to no one in particular, “This man is going to make me lose my mind.”

Chapter 23

Jack

Feels Like Home by Parmalee

I’m stacking hay when I hear boots stomping across the barn floor like a woman on a mission. I look up to find Jenna. And she doesn't look happy.

"Jack Jessop," she barks, hands on her hips, sunglasses still on despite the dim light. "We need to talk. Now."

I sigh, wiping sweat from my brow with the edge of my shirt. "Can it wait? I've got about twenty bales left before?—"

"Nope." She marches in, eyes blazing. "This isn't about hay. This is about you trying to kill the entire damn show."

I stare at her. "Excuse me?"

She yanks off her sunglasses, revealing fury in a pair of green eyes that match my own. "Are you trying to ruin the show on purpose, or are you just being a monumental ass? Because either way, I need to know so I can figure out what to do next."

My jaw clenches. "You coming out here just to insult me, Jenna, or did you actually have a valid reason?"

"Oh, I have a reason." She steps closer, jabbing her finger in my chest. "You and Cami are circling each other like you want to rip each other's clothes off, and then in the next breath, you're snapping at her in front of the cameras like a jealous ex-boyfriend. You're confusing the hell out of viewers, scaring off the contestants, and making the producers consider scrapping the show altogether because it's not working."

I take a step back, trying to keep my temper in check. "I'm doing my best, Jenna."

"Yeah, well your best is going to get this thrown out and then we won't get paid," Jenna snaps. "You agreed to do it. You knew what this was. And you're supposed to be building a connection with the contestants, not pining over Cami.”

"I'm not pining."

She laughs, but it's sharp and humorless. "Jack. You have insane chemistry with Cami. It's not just obvious. It's blinding. Every time she's around, you look like you're trying not to kiss her or murder her. Sometimes both. And she's not any better. You two are a walking romantic disaster."

I turn away, gripping the edge of a stall. My shoulders and chest are tight. I don’t want to talk about this. Not with her. Not with anyone.

Jenna keeps going, obviously unable to read the room. "If you're going to destroy things, could you at least wait until after the damn show is done filming? Because right now, you're about to take the whole thing down with you."

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