Page 44 of Far From Sherwood Forest

Now I have to wait to get out of my truck to go into the visitor’s center so I don’t walk in there with a fucking erection.

Parking in the lot, I glare around at all the people piling out of cars. It’s the first really busy day of the year, and if they’realready calling me needing my help over here, I’m really not looking forward to the rest of it.

Maybe after I get Robin out of my system, I’ll have Ivy transfer me out of Colorado.

As that thought hits, I spot Robin climbing out of Spencer’s truck.

A sharp pang stabs through my chest, and I reach up to rub at the spot. It’s only my jealousy manifesting as physical symptoms and has nothing to do with my previous thought or with my fear of being alone again if I were to leave.

I watch as Robin rounds the hood of the truck and bumps his shoulder into Spencer’s. They’re both wearing park shirts, so they must be doing a tour today. Spencer laughs and shoves Robin back, then Robin throws his arm around the other man’s shoulders as they stumble their way toward the visitor’s center.

Once again, my vision blacks out around the edges.

Definitelyjust the jealousy.

I know Spencer and Brian are in a committed relationship, but I have no idea if they’re exclusive. And, just like that, I wonder if they’d ever let Robin join them if he admitted his curiosity.

Have they already?

I might end up killing somebody if my thoughts continue heading that way.

Before they enter the building, Robin peers over his shoulder and looks right at me as though he knew I was here the entire time. A smirk curls those sinful lips, and he fuckingwinks.

I showed my damn jealousy, and now he’s using it against me.

And it’s fucking working.

Throwing my truck in reverse, I back out of my spot and nearly peel out of the lot.

Robin Hood is going to wish he never played fucking games.

It didn’t take long to come up with a plan. When I eventually lose this job because I keep skipping out on responsibilities, hopefully I’ll be able to come up with one for that just as quickly.

But this is more important today.

I checked the schedule and map of the tours for the day, and I know exactly where Robin’s going to be about halfway through. Which should be right about now.

Parking by the trailhead, I get out and follow it down about a quarter of a mile into a small valley. It’s a cold February day, but it’s nice out. The sky is cloudless, letting the sun provide a bit of heat.

Quiet chatter reaches my ears before my eyes land on the group of adults and children, many of them with their cameras out as they take pictures of a white-tailed prairie dog in the distance. Robin is speaking to the group quietly so as not to spook the creature, but I don’t hear a word he’s saying, still blinded by rage and jealousy.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I say, literally interrupting whatever Robin was talking about, using my best authoritative voice as I march further into the valley.

“Henry?” Spencer’s brow furrows, and he looks just as shocked to see me as Robin does. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to take Mr. Locksley in.” As I approach them, I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out my pair of handcuffs. “You’ll be able to finish the tour on your own, right, Spencer?”

He doesn’t answer, his eyes bouncing between me and Robin instead.

Meanwhile, Robin’s surprise at seeing me has vanished andgiven way to a suspicious scowl as the tour group gawks at me. I almost hope they take pictures of this so I can try to get my hands on them later.

“What did he do?” Spencer asks, placing his hands on his hips like he plans on fighting me about this.

“He stole my truck.”

“That was months ago!” Spencer argues.

“And I’ve decided to press charges now.”