Jared
Even with the complications of almost losing Adam to a foster home, their life had taken a turn for the better.
    Kissing the tip of her finger she touched the image of her mother before placing the picture back on her nightstand. Wiping her eyes she turned off her light. She didn’t have time to cry. Her brother needed her more now than ever and she had to figure out what to do for him. Deep down she hoped that the warriors were serious in helping them, but if not she would do what needed to be done and the answer may be laying underneath her between her mattress and springs.
    Tessa woke after a fitful hour or two of sleep. Sitting straight up in bed she rubbed her face suddenly anxious to talk to Adam to find out more about what had happened last night after she left. Grabbing her stuff to shower she ran out the door right smack into a massive bare chest. Tessa screamed. “Oh my God! You scared the crap out of me.” She stubbed her toe on his foot. “Ouch, dammit.” She hopped up and down holding her toe.
    Jared stared down at her a large smile playing across his lips. “Sorry about that. I thought everybody was asleep.”
    “What are you doing here?” She wanted to add shirtless, but didn’t. She made her eyes stay on his. She already got an eyeful of hard chest , ripped abs and man oh man , did she like what she saw. Her fingers itched to reach up just to see if it was a s hard as it looked. What the hell was that all about?
    “ The only way the C ouncil will let these boys go is with one of the warriors to babysit . ” Jared’s eyes ke pt traveling up and down her body.
    Tessa wanted to pull her Cleveland football jersey down to her knees, but didn’t dare. It came to mid-thigh , but the way he was looking at her she felt naked. “ Oh, so are they all here? ”
    “ Yeah ” Jared waited to see if she was going to throw a fit about him staying here. “They all wanted to come back here. They didn’t want to stay anywhere else.”
    “ Oh .” Her eyes , still wide , stayed on his. She didn’t even think she had blinked.
    “You okay?” Jared noticed the darkness under her eyes.
    “ Ah, y eah, I’m good.” Tessa finally looked away. Could she sound more like an idiot?
    Jared grasped her chin in his hand bringing her gaze back to his. “Do not lie to me.” His voice was silky smooth in his demand.
    As if his voice was truth serum , Tessa wanted to confide everything to him, wanted to fall to her knees and beg for him to take care of her and her brother . That last though t snapped her head back and out of his grasp. Where in the hell had that thought come from. She didn’t need a man to take care of her. Ugh….she was definitely losing it. She was a strong, independent woman….standing in a hallway half naked talking to the hottest guy she had ever laid eyes on….maybe he could just take care of some of her needs…..
    “Tessa.”
    His voice brought her out of her fantasy, a fantasy of him taking care of a specific need and he was standing right in front of her….holy hell. What was wrong with her? “Let me grab a shower then I’ll make some breakfast and coffee .” Tessa replied her voice shak y and hurried.
    “Take your time.” His reply had a sexy tremor to it making her nipples harden.
    Clasping her towel and clothes to her chest in a death grip she moved past him , her eyes on the bathroom door hoping to God he wasn’t watching her. Cellulite sucked the life out of trying to appear sexy in front of a man , not that she was trying to appear sexy, but still . Tessa quickly shut herself into the bathroom. Leaning against the door blowing her hair out of her eyes , she glanced at herself in the mirror and frowned. “That’s a heartache you don’t need girl.” She told herself before she got a real good look at her appearance . Her hair was smashed to the side of her head on one side while the other side was frizzed and kinked out in all different directions. Oh yeah , she looked as far

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