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“You signed up to chase dangerous people.”

“That’s my job.”

“And now somebody’s chasing you back.”

I glare at him from the bed. “You’re being really comforting right now.”

“You want comfort or honesty?”

“Maybe both?”

His mouth twitches slightly before he stands again.

The movement draws my attention immediately because Rhett Maddox is unfairly attractive in low firelight. Barefoot. Henley stretched tight across his chest. Scarred hands gripping a rifle like it belongs there.

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Which would probably be less distracting if somebody wasn’t potentially stalking us outside.

“You’re staring again,” he says.

I fold my arms. “You’re impossible.”

“You didn’t answer.”

“Because I’m actively trying not to.”

A quiet laugh rumbles out of him, low and rough enough to send heat straight through my stomach despite everything happening around us.

The man should not sound like that while armed.

Another crunch outside wipes the thought away instantly.

This time I visibly tense.

Rhett notices immediately.

He notices everything.

Without a word, he walks back toward the bed.

Toward me.

“You scared?” he asks quietly.

“No.”

The lie leaves my mouth automatically.

His brow lifts slightly.

I exhale sharply. “Fine. Yes. Obviously yes.”

“Good.”

I blink at him. “Good?”

“Means you’re paying attention.”