Teardrop Shot(33)

I nodded. “Got it. I’m not cool.”

“See? There’s the annoying side of you.” He started for the door. “Now come on.”

“Where are you going?”

“Back to my cabin. Juan’s there, but I’ll have him bunk with Lestroy tomorrow.”

“Okay.” I waved. “Have a fun time with that.”

He stood at the door, looking back to see I had not moved with the bag in his hands. “What? No.” He threw the bag at me. “That’s for you. You’re not staying here. This place can’t be healthy. The whole thing should be burned down.”

“Don’t tell Owen and Hadley.”

“Why not?”

“They worked really hard at airing out the smell.”

His eyes got big. “You mean it was worse?”

I was not usually the giving-in kind of girl, but I was tired.

Finding one of my other bags, I put in enough clothes for the night and some of my things from the bathroom.

When I had my phone and charger, I stood in front of him. “Ready to go.”

He eyed my bag. “What’s that for?”

“Clothes.”

He held up his bag. “That’s what this is for.”

I took it from him and tossed it to the chair. “Thoughtful as you were, you packed all the wrong clothes. I don’t actually wear half the stuff I brought with me.”

“Jesus Christ.” He grabbed my bag and shoved through the door. “Come on.”

I went with him, my insides quivering in fear and aching with excitement.

The fish cabin had won this battle.

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Juan Cartion was sleeping on the bottom bunk. His suitcases were open on the bunk above him, and that was the only bed open. They had one of the more private cabins, so Reese bunked on the couch and said I had to take his old bed.

I started to make a comment about not encouraging the he-girl, but he clamped his hand over my mouth and hissed in my ear about not being a smart-ass. I experienced a flurry of déjà vu moments, but did as he asked. I heard Juan snoring lightly, so I decided to be kind.

And I continued to be kind, even though I barely slept.

The sun had come up thirty minutes ago, and I’d waited this long before getting on my phone. Sound was off, the vibrate too, but I was doing some research. I had something to prove to Reese when he woke up.

That was all fine and dandy until Juan Cartion rolled over in his bed. His sheet slipped down to his waist, just barely covering his dick, and I watched as he stretched. His eyes stayed closed as his hand moved under the sheet to cup himself. He yawned as his hand moved, and I knew enough to know I had to announce my presence.

I coughed. “Morning.”

His eyes flew open, and he launched in the air. “HOLY FUCK!”

A thud came from the main room. Reese was in the bedroom in half a second as Juan pressed against the wall with his sheet in front of him.

First horrified, then pissed, Juan lunged forward and grabbed the phone from my hands.

“What the fuck? You were recording me?”

Oh no!

“What the fuck?!” Reese glared at me.

“No.” I scrambled to my feet. I was wearing a respectable tank and sleeping shorts, but Juan pressed back like I’d tried to brand him. He sucked in his breath, moving behind Reese to glare over his shoulder.

“I wasn’t. I swear!” I motioned to my phone. “Look. I was on Google.”

He examined my phone. “What is this shit? Types of stalkers?”

Reese’s face switched, his eyes tight and his jaw clenched. He grabbed my phone, reading the screen. “Are you serious? You’re supposed to be sleeping, and instead you’re what? Looking up types of stalkers?”

Forgetting Juan, I took a step closer. “But look at the categories. I fall in, like, four of those. There’s the rejected stalker, the resentful one, predatory, the one seeking intimacy, incompetent, or the morbidly infatuated one. I’m a whole bunch of those. I swear.”

“You’re nuts. That’s what you are, but you’re not a stalker. I have stalkers. You’re not one of them.” He shoved my phone at me, rolling his eyes. “Juan, let’s switch.”

Juan’s eyes became saucers. “You’re going to sleep in here with her?”

“Her dickhead of a boss put her in a place that should be condemned. It’s not safe. Trust me. Just for a night. It was late. I was thinking you could bunk with Lestroy, or she can find a new place.”

I folded my arms over my chest. I already knew how that’d go. “My boss won’t put me anywhere else. It’s the fishing cabin or the janitor’s closet in the basement, and that main building is haunted.”

Juan’s eyes just remained saucers. “It is?!”

I was guessing. “I wouldn’t be surprised, but that’s the basement. I’m not sleeping down there.”

He took a breath, suddenly looking more normal. He stepped away from Reese too.

“Shit. Okay.” He grabbed his phone and some of his clothes and padded to the other room. A second later, he tossed Reese’s pillow and blanket into the bedroom.

Scooping them up, Reese gave me a wary look. “We are going to be sleeping. We have this morning off. Then it’s meetings the rest of the day and light hoops. It’s a rest day for us too.”