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Growling, Rex’s jaw snaps shut as he moves me to stand right in front of him. “Where the fuck did you find this guy?”
I growl right back when his eyes shimmer with the result of his anger. “I don’t have to explain shit to anyone, Rex.” Jerking my hands from his grasp, I spin, fully prepared to stomp away from his overbearing bullshit and come face to face with Rex’s bodyguard jogging our way. “Just fucking great. It’s a whole family affair. You gonna call Ari, too?”
I sneer when I know I shouldn’t. I argue and yell that it’s none of his damn business. Flail my arms around and make a crazy woman scene like a total tool.
But the last—and I mean thelast—thing I need is another man thinking that I owe him something. That I need protecting. That I need a fucking savior.
I don’t.
“Cedar.” I yank my shoulder away when Rex grabs it, but that doesn’t stop the man from trying again and succeeding in spinning me back to face his grave features. “You are family.”
“Oh, shut. Up,” I spit and deflect his warming gaze and his hand on me.
“Cedar, I’m glad I got to you.”
Chapter Twenty
Cedar
“Iwasfuckingfine.”
“Don’t care,” Rex deflects. “Ian, check this, please.”
We’re back at my tent when I refused Rex’s invite to the bus where my best friend waits for her man, along with the man I slept with only an hour or so ago, probably still fucking napping.
I stare over my crossed arms at the lead singer of As Above and his damn bodyguard as they trade my phone between them and Ian works his super-secret security guard magic.
“I literally watched him the whole time. There’s nothing on my phone except missed calls from my dad.” I hold my hand out, expecting Ian to cave and just give the thing over.
He doesn’t.
“You have no clue what he’s been up to, Cedar,” Ian growls and props his tablet up on the top of my toolbox, attaching a cord from it to the phone.
“And you fucking do?”
The skeptically winged brow I get from the man that kind of reminds me of my own father has me throwing my hands up and scoffing. “Seriously.”
“Dead,” Ian deadpans.
“C, listen.” Rex pushes to his feet and steps closer to me with his hands held innocently out in front of him. “I just want to make sure he didn’t do anything weird. Guys like that are fucking crazy.”
Ian’s scoff echoes over the dead space between us and draws my attention. “Like she doesn’t know.”
“Ian.”
But it’s too late to put the words back in his mouth.
I told Rex I didn’t know Jeremy.
The lead singer spins on his booted feet to his bodyguard with a cocked head. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I shake my head behind Rex’s back when Ian looks over the man’s shoulder at me and I see the tick in his jaw start. “I think that’s on Ms. Jones to tell you. Not me.”
No way he knows.
He couldn’t.
Growling at Ian, I run my hands through my hair and avoid Rex’s pinning stare when he rotates back to me. “No.”
