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“Eww.” We say at the same time. Then lose it laughing again.

This is the way you should start the day: with banter and laughter. And coffee, always coffee. Beau is like the sibling I never asked for, and I’m sure he sees me the same.

Rhys narrows his eyes. “Right well, let’s go meet Brent and the others. The quicker we get out there, the quicker we can get back.”

“Fucking aye.” Beau leads the way.

“Come on Esky.” I stand picking up her bowl and a couple of water bottles.

Rhys tries telling me she isn’t coming.

“Yes, she is.” I give him my back because as far as I’m concerned, the argument is over.

“No.”

I spin to face him. We are standing toe to toe. “Yes.”

“Morgan.”

“Rhys.”

The air shifts. Growing heavier. Electricity fills the small gap betweenus.

“Fuck, fine.” Then he turns and stomps off, and I do a little happy dance in victory. Maybe today won’t be so bad.

Chapter Thirteen

RHYS

Fuck. Me.

Long two fucking days.

We’re down two people. Something Brent pointed out every time there was a hole in the push up. Just lucky Beau is a demon on the bike. Has a conscience but no fear. Makes fuck all sense to me.

And as if Brent wouldn’t have done the same. So, I don’t even know what his problem is. Maybe he needs a good root.

Speaking of a root, I need one. Maybe then I can stop fucking my fist to Morgan. I don’t even mean for it to be her. But as I’m nearing my climax, her face appears, and it catapults me across the line.

She was heavily featured last night while I tried to sleep. I woke up dry-fucking my mattress like a horny teen. So, like the horny teen I’ve apparently become, I went and had a wank in the shower. Only to have the person who is plaguing my mind, walk into me on the way back to my room.

The cattle are in makeshift yards. The storm didn’t seemto spook them too bad. Not sure how Morgan would have taken it seeing another dead animal.

She mentioned she called Shane. Still no news on her douche bag ex.

Speaking of Morgan, I haven’t seen her since we got back, I assume she’s with Molly. No wait, Molly is skipping next to Dani. Where is Morgan?

Panic sets in.

Fuck. I know she’ll be fine, but the last time I took my eyes off her, well, I ended up committing murder.

I run back to my place yelling at Beau to make sure the gates are closed and locked over my shoulder.

As soon as I enter, a broken sob catches my attention. “Morgan?”

Nothing. I walk deeper into the house.

“Princess?”