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Cassian
Is she ok?
Does she need me?
Goddamn it, Damon.
Smith
Damon, answer us.
I’m coming up there.
Damon
Sorry. Couldn’t really talk. Didn’t have a free hand.
Cassian
Are you kidding me?
Smith
Damon, is there something you need to tell us?
Damon
Other than me making your good girl come all over my fingers?
No, not really.
It’s hard for me to be too anxious with Damon radiating excitement behind us.
He’s all too happy to follow behind, making small talk like nothing just happened. When we step up to their loaded-down truck, Cassian gives him a withering look and silently stuffs a set of keys into Damon’s hand before turning to lift me into the back of the cab and scoot in after me.
Unbothered, Damon flashes his mischievous grin while he gets in the driver’s seat. “This is Cass’s truck; and he never lets anyone else drive it, so he must really be dying to sit with you, pretty girl.”
The pack leader mutters something while he gets into the passenger seat and slams his door. He clearly isn’t in a joking mood. His heavy brows fold over his dark eyes as he swivels in his seat, reaching into the back to buckle me in. I watch in disbelief while he adjusts the straps and even tugs on them to make sure they’re secure.
As soon as he faces forward, Damon throws the truck into gear, and we roll away from the curb. Cassian seems to relax when he sees that his packmate doesn’t plan to run his pick-up off the road. He turns, facing me with his whole body and running his eyes over me.
Oh no. Did Cassian somehow find out what Damon and I just did? It’s bad enough that Smith knows but now Cass, too?
Will he be mad? Will he want me to leave? Will Damon stop him?
Cassian feels me shrink down and grunts, curling one arm behind my head and reaching his free hand over to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. He shoots Damon an annoyed look. But when he turns his face from his packmate to me, his expression instantly morphs into soft concern.
“You okay?” he asks. “He behaved?”
My heart melts. Big, grumbly bear. Always protecting me first and foremost.
I nod, my voice shaking. “Yes. He was…” I remember the way he held himself in check while still saying the filthiest, sexiest things I’d ever heard, “perfect.”
One of Cass’s dark brows lifts. “Perfect?” he repeats. “Is that a challenge, butterfly?”
He’s…
Flirting. With me? Him?! Cassian?
