wants someone.” She lifted her chin and looked at Carson. “I don’t have all the answers to that, but I’d say he’s interested in more than a simple fuck and definitely more than a protective relationship.” Carson smiled at her as if he found her funny. “A simple fuck is all it would have been. I don’t do relationships.” She frowned. That watchful attitude was getting on her nerves. “How about we test him. See if he’s feeling brotherly or if maybe he’s feeling something else? Owen could give him a little something to be concerned about if he’s feeling more than protective.” Carson flicked a glance across the camp to a group of the Zarain. Ada wanted to turn around and look. The urge thrummed through her, but she fought it as she’d fought the urge to go to Jagger over the last few days. She wanted to be close to him. It was almost a physical need. Not to fuck him, but simply to be near him. The unusual feeling scared her a little. “This isn’t going to solve anything, Carson.” She frowned at him. She didn’t want to be playing that kind of game. If he couldn’t make up his mind, provoking him into a move would only cause trouble. “We can’t solve this. But maybe it can help you two stop avoiding each other.” Carson nodded to Owen. For a moment, she thought that Owen might not do anything, that he’d tell Carson where to shove his suggestion. Owen’s arm lifted and curled around her shoulders. She stiffened and glanced at Owen. This wasn’t a good idea. She shrugged and tried to get his hand to fall away from her without being too obvious about it. Owen’s arm remained around her regardless of what she did. She didn’t want Jagger to come over because he was trying to protect her in any way. This wouldn’t prove anything other than that he was a little possessive. Ada felt a hand on her arm. She looked back and saw Jagger standing behind her. A frown knitted his brows and turned the corners of his mouth down. His silver eyes looked hard and cold as ice. “Do you want to come for a walk with me?” His hand lifted from her shoulder and turned palm up in invitation. She took a deep breath. His voice sounded tight. He definitely had reacted to Owen’s arm around her. She didn’t know what it meant though. Was he still trying to protect her? She wasn’t going to find out sitting here. They needed to talk privately and couldn’t do that here. “Yes, let’s walk and we can talk.” She turned to him. Owen’s arm fell away from her. Jagger helped her up and ushered her away from the people at the table. She raised an eyebrow at the tension she could feel in his arm. What was he thinking? She kept pace beside him, although she had to rush a little to do it. She waited until they were away from everyone in the camp before she asked the question that held most of her attention. “What’s wrong? Why are you so…” Her voice trailed off as she tried to find a word to describe what he was. Angry? Not really. Tense. That fit, but it was more than that. He kept leading her away from the camp but stopped while they were still in one of the groups of trees. “What’s wrong? He had his arm around you.” “What’s it to you?” She heard the possessiveness in his voice, but she really couldn’t believe it. Not after the way he’d acted in the past few days. “You haven’t even talked to me since that day that we went for a walk.” “You were hurt. I wanted to make sure that you were fully healed.” Jagger faced her. He scowled and his feet braced apart. He looked like a man getting ready for a fight. Ada smiled. Well, at least she had his attention. “What’s your excuse for after I healed, because I haven’t even felt a pang of pain in days.” She put a hand on her hip. She knew she was provoking him, but he’d seemed interested in her and then it had shut off without a single word or clue as to why. That had hurt and left her with doubts and