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again. The only time I have seen him was outside the prison yesterday, never at school.
    “All tatted up, like me.” He looks down at his arms, and I take the opportunity to look at his tattoos.
    “Can I see?” I ask. I don’t want to be rude, but I really want to look at him. I don’t want to touch him, but I want to look.
    He grins. “You can look, but you can’t touch,” he teases. It’s like he read my mind. My heart starts to thud. I’m the last person he has to worry about touching him. “Because I like my nuts exactly as they’re hanging.”
    My face floods with heat, but I don’t let the opportunity to study the drawings on his skin pass me by. I look at the cross that has the word Mom written inside it. “What’s this one for?” I ask.
    “My mom died a few years ago.”
    He also has the word Dad with wings attached. “Your dad died too?” I ask.
    “He left after our mom died.” He stills. He’s suddenly tense, and I hate that I asked.
    “I’m sorry,” I say.
    “I don’t want your sympathy, princess,” he says.
    I snort. “Princess?”
    He nods, his gaze lingering on my eyes, then my lips. He licks his and draws his lip ring into his mouth to play with it with his tongue. “Princess,” he says slowly.
    “You couldn’t be further from the truth,” I say. He has me pegged all wrong.
    “I doubt it.” He looks at me for a minute too long. My stomach flips.
    Suddenly, I hear the crash of boots stomping through the woods. I look up and see my dad walking toward us, a scowl on his face, and he has the hatchet in his hand. Pete immediately crosses his hands in front of his lap and steps away from me.
    “Go help with dinner,” Dad snaps at me. He glares at Pete.
    “Yes, sir,” I say. I take the sticks Pete has in his arms and smile at him. “See you later,” I whisper.
    “Don’t go,” he whispers back. “Who’s going to protect my nuts?”
    “Princesses don’t do that.” I grin at him and walk away. It’s hard to do, but I don’t even look back over my shoulder.

Pete
     
    Shit. Now I’m in trouble.
    “You had one rule,” Reagan’s dad snaps. He holds up a finger. “One rule!”
    “Yes, sir,” I say. “I remember.”
    I won’t be surprised at all if fire shoots from his mouth and his eyeballs pop out. “If you remember, then why were you alone in the woods with my daughter, Mr. Reed?” he asks. He’s really close to being in my face. But my brothers have done worse. This is nothing compared to when they try to throttle me.
    “Pete,” I say.
    “Beg your pardon?” He glares at me.
    “My name is Pete,” I say. “We should probably be on a first name basis if you’re going to get intimate enough to chop my nuts off.” I motion to his hatchet.
    He blows out a quick breath, grins, and shakes his head.
    “We were just gathering sticks, sir,” I say.
    He narrows his eyes and glares at me. “Can I trust you?” he asks.
    “I want to go home when I’m done here, sir,” I say. I want this fucking bracelet off my leg.
    “Nice manners,” he mutters. “Who raised you?” he asks. “The system?”
    “No, sir,” I say. “I have four brothers.”
    “Where are your parents?”
    “Gone.”
    “I know your story, but why’d you end up in jail?” He’s blunt. I kind of like that.
    “Stupid choices I made.” I kick at a rock in my path to keep from having to look at him.
    He nods. “At least you know they were stupid.”
    I heave a sigh. “Sir, I’ve done my time. Don’t send me back. I promise I won’t bother your daughter, and I won’t let anyone else bother her, either.”
    He looks into my eyes. “I believe you.” He starts to tug on a leaf hanging near his head. “My daughter…she’s special.”
    I don’t respond because I don’t really think he wants me to. I agree with him, though. She’s too fucking special for someone like me.
    He motions for me to follow him. He walks back toward the fire, where Reagan is sitting on a log beside