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some time for what?”
“To know what to do with you,” he repeated his earlier statement.
“I’m not following. Regarding who’s after me? I told you my brother and Wyatt can take care of me.”
Trent’s face darkened at this. “No. Dammit. I like you, Cassie, but past relationships taught me to be more careful about pursuing one, especially since you’re unlike the women I usually go for.”
His fingers stabbed through his hair in frustration. “Shit. That didn’t come out right.”
But Cassie was pretty good at reading between the lines. And what was between the lines was she just wasn’t his type. Normally, she’d just shrug it off and walk away, but a fire had been lit under a hated emotion. Insecurity.
“Are my boobs not big enough or am I not blonde enough like Nurse Pia?”
“I’ve never—”
“Or am I too argumentative? Too stubborn?” A slight shift in his eyes told her she’d hit the spot. “That’s it, isn’t it? I’m not prim and proper. You like them sugary and sweet.” She landed two thumps on his chest. “Well, I can tell you that’s not what you’re getting from me.”
“I didn’t think so,” he muttered.
Another point he made dawned on her. “And why are you talking about relationships? Haven’t you ever heard of casual sex, Trent?”
He scowled at her. “That isn’t what I want it to be.”
“You’re a handsome man, I’ll give you that. But one thing you didn’t factor into your thoughts is if I’m up for more than a casual hookup with you. I’m not.”
“My mistake then,” he replied stiffly, a ruddy color stealing up his neck. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone. “Wyatt called. You might want to call him back.”
So now Trent wanted her gone. She felt a twinge in her gut, but she knew it was the best recourse to stay away from this man.
CHAPTER SIX
Cassie landed a solid punch to her twin’s solar plexus. She followed this up with a right hook when Lucas hunched over. As he staggered to the side, she leaped into the air and threw a roundhouse kick, sending her brother to the mat.
“Hell yeah!” Clapping and hooting erupted from all corners.
Lucas rolled to his knees and shook his head. They had their headgear on so, thankfully, no damage.
Her brother took off his mouth guard, glowing pride reflecting in his eyes. “Damn, sis, where is all this aggression coming from?”
She extended her hand to help him up.
Wyatt joined them in the boxing ring. The other spectators—other fighter trainees and mechanics from the adjoining garage—returned to what they were doing.
“I guess a few hours with the sheriff did you good after all,” their manager said.
Cassie yanked off her mouth guard. “Oh, fuck off, Wyatt.” She stomped out of the ring. A shower to cool off was what she needed, not a reminder of what had happened four days ago. She heard her twin light into Wyatt. Trust Lucas to always have her back even if he had his reservations on why Cassie allowed herself to be carted off to Trent’s apartment. It wasn’t like her to be bulldozed into anything without a threat to their security in this town.
Trent didn’t exactly reject her, but it certainly felt that way. Despite how their discussion had gone down, he remained gentlemanly enough to take her home, or maybe he felt guilty. Even when she told him Wyatt was on his way to pick her up, Trent was unbending in his insistence to see her back to the ranch. This ended with Wyatt following them in his car.
When they arrived at Montgomery Ranch, the men had been civil enough, although there could have been a stare down there for a few seconds. Wyatt had glared at her when it was obvious she was wearing Trent’s shirt. She hadn’t bothered putting her shorts back on either, but her manager didn’t know that. Trent did, and boy did she have the satisfaction of knowing he was uncomfortable on the ride home. Served him right. She had more or less offered
“To know what to do with you,” he repeated his earlier statement.
“I’m not following. Regarding who’s after me? I told you my brother and Wyatt can take care of me.”
Trent’s face darkened at this. “No. Dammit. I like you, Cassie, but past relationships taught me to be more careful about pursuing one, especially since you’re unlike the women I usually go for.”
His fingers stabbed through his hair in frustration. “Shit. That didn’t come out right.”
But Cassie was pretty good at reading between the lines. And what was between the lines was she just wasn’t his type. Normally, she’d just shrug it off and walk away, but a fire had been lit under a hated emotion. Insecurity.
“Are my boobs not big enough or am I not blonde enough like Nurse Pia?”
“I’ve never—”
“Or am I too argumentative? Too stubborn?” A slight shift in his eyes told her she’d hit the spot. “That’s it, isn’t it? I’m not prim and proper. You like them sugary and sweet.” She landed two thumps on his chest. “Well, I can tell you that’s not what you’re getting from me.”
“I didn’t think so,” he muttered.
Another point he made dawned on her. “And why are you talking about relationships? Haven’t you ever heard of casual sex, Trent?”
He scowled at her. “That isn’t what I want it to be.”
“You’re a handsome man, I’ll give you that. But one thing you didn’t factor into your thoughts is if I’m up for more than a casual hookup with you. I’m not.”
“My mistake then,” he replied stiffly, a ruddy color stealing up his neck. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone. “Wyatt called. You might want to call him back.”
So now Trent wanted her gone. She felt a twinge in her gut, but she knew it was the best recourse to stay away from this man.
CHAPTER SIX
Cassie landed a solid punch to her twin’s solar plexus. She followed this up with a right hook when Lucas hunched over. As he staggered to the side, she leaped into the air and threw a roundhouse kick, sending her brother to the mat.
“Hell yeah!” Clapping and hooting erupted from all corners.
Lucas rolled to his knees and shook his head. They had their headgear on so, thankfully, no damage.
Her brother took off his mouth guard, glowing pride reflecting in his eyes. “Damn, sis, where is all this aggression coming from?”
She extended her hand to help him up.
Wyatt joined them in the boxing ring. The other spectators—other fighter trainees and mechanics from the adjoining garage—returned to what they were doing.
“I guess a few hours with the sheriff did you good after all,” their manager said.
Cassie yanked off her mouth guard. “Oh, fuck off, Wyatt.” She stomped out of the ring. A shower to cool off was what she needed, not a reminder of what had happened four days ago. She heard her twin light into Wyatt. Trust Lucas to always have her back even if he had his reservations on why Cassie allowed herself to be carted off to Trent’s apartment. It wasn’t like her to be bulldozed into anything without a threat to their security in this town.
Trent didn’t exactly reject her, but it certainly felt that way. Despite how their discussion had gone down, he remained gentlemanly enough to take her home, or maybe he felt guilty. Even when she told him Wyatt was on his way to pick her up, Trent was unbending in his insistence to see her back to the ranch. This ended with Wyatt following them in his car.
When they arrived at Montgomery Ranch, the men had been civil enough, although there could have been a stare down there for a few seconds. Wyatt had glared at her when it was obvious she was wearing Trent’s shirt. She hadn’t bothered putting her shorts back on either, but her manager didn’t know that. Trent did, and boy did she have the satisfaction of knowing he was uncomfortable on the ride home. Served him right. She had more or less offered
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