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“Did you hear Zane?” he carefully asked.
Shit, I’d totally zoned out.
I shook my head.
“We’re headed back to the US.”
I glanced to one side, then the other, to find Smith missing from the room.
Damn, I’d seriously zoned out.
“Why?”
“Regroup.”
Right. Regroup. That made sense.
Disorganization is the same as defeat, Nebraska. Never go in unprepared.
I could go to Florida, or better yet go to Wyoming to The Ranch outside of Evanston. Connect with Dutch give him a piece of my mind and regroup there. Maddon wanted my thoughts and emotions muddled. He needed me confused and in pain. The more disoriented and distracted I was the better.
“When do we leave?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
I nodded and tried to step back—the tried part of my attempt was denied. Easton held tight while he stared down at me. I wasn’t short, neither was I tall. It was just that he had inches on me, at least six of them. I wasn’t going to think about how much I liked the height difference, how safe I felt with his arms around me, how I’d have to roll up on my toes to touch my mouth to his, how he could tuck me under his arm and how I’d fit perfectly there.
Nope.
I wasn’t thinking about any of that.
Further from that I wasn’t thinking about how much I’d miss him when we parted ways. I was blocking that out because it was crazy.
“Are you hungry?”
“Hungry?”
“Two protein bars and a sticky bun from an ENOC station it’s enough to sustain life.”
“Says who?”
I wasn’t so far gone in my seriously shitty situation I missed the way Easton’s lips twitched. Actually my awareness of his nearness was so acute I couldn’t miss the way those kissable, full lips, surrounded with a few days of stubble, tipped into a panty-melting grin.
“Says me.”
“I’ll have you know finding a sticky bun at a petrol station in the middle of Egypt was a once in a lifetime find.”
His smile widened, ratcheting up the hotness quotient tenfold.
“So I bought three,” I continued.
“I know, I was there.”
And he was there, right by my side. He hadn’t let me go into the station without him. He’d also stood outside the bathroom door the four times we’d stopped to gas up and use the restroom.
“I only ate one.”
“Right. So what you’re saying is your dinner is going to be two sugar rolls.”
