“Girls here not good enough for you?” I ask, unsure why I’m stabbing my eggs a little harder than necessary. He shrugs noncommittally, still staring at his phone. “So you leave Tomahawk to go back to…wherever…and date when you’re not here?”
He never studies his phone like that, so what’s going on? Why do I feel obsessed right now? Why is he being so suspicious? Or am I the suspicious one? At least not one that wasn’t related to me.” “Just realizing I’ve never seen you with a woman.” “Why the inquisition into my dating life?” His eyes come up to meet mine as his eyebrows raise. “I dated someone for a while, came to live here, then dated a little here and there when I went home to visit.” He shrugs. Why are my nails pressing into my palms just thinking of another woman touching him? Wouldn’t I have heard about someone dating Benson? Wouldn’t he have told me? He spends most of his free time with me, so obviously I should know if he’s dating. “Occasionally,” he says, looking down at his phone. Why is he wearing a tank? He never wears a tight shirt. We eat in relative silence, and I stare at anything but the body he’s showing off. He rolls his eyes and resumes making breakfast.Īs soon as we’re done, we make our own plates and head to his table, sitting across from each other. “Because this is Tomahawk,” I tell him with a smirk of my own. “Why?” he drawls, leaning closer to me to push my hair over my shoulder. “Then you don’t get to learn my plan of revenge,” I say with a smile. “Because this is Tomahawk,” he says again. “What about your family? Why can’t any of us ever meet them?” “Tomahawk expects certain things from its men. He nods, but I feel him smirking, even though that beard disguises it. “You can’t tell me what you do because this is Tomahawk,” I repeat. “Needed the change, and I can’t tell you what I do, because this is Tomahawk.” Like, what do you do for a living? How did your family afford to just give this to you? And why come to stay in the middle of nowhere?”
“I know you got your family’s cabin, but not why you came to live here. I arch an eyebrow at him, and he shakes his head, careful to keep his long beard away from the skillet. “If you’ll tell me how you ended up in Tomahawk, I’ll share my awesome plan with you.”
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