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mornin’ or anythin’?’ he asked, eying her closely.
    That was one subject he’d skirted until now – whether her night spent with Ori the Fallen angel had resulted in her becoming pregnant.
    ‘Nope, that’s not going to be a problem.’
    His deep sigh told her he’d been worrying about that. ‘Well, there’s some good news for a change,’ he said, followed by a long slurp of his coffee.
    Someone moved up to the booth and for a moment Riley figured it was Walker back for more harassment. But it wasn’t. This guy was a couple years older than Beck and a little taller with
dark brown hair and dark eyes. He was dressed in a navy blue T-shirt that showed off his muscles and a pair of criminally-tight blue jeans. The smirk on his face was like a billboard that announced
I Know I’m Hot. Beck wore that same expression every now and then, but it looked like the default setting for this guy.
    The cold fire in Beck’s eyes told her that this wasn’t a friend. ‘Hadley,’ he said.
    ‘Hey, Denny. I heard you were back.’
    Along with all the other Sadlervillians.
    Riley gave the newcomer another look-over, and he smiled back.
Cute.
    When her eyes drifted back to Beck’s she found something new in them: raw jealousy. Maybe it was wrong, but part of her liked that a lot.
    ‘I’m Cole,’ the guy said, sticking out his hand.
    She shook it to be polite, though she knew Beck wasn’t happy about it. ‘Riley.’
    Beck shifted out of the bench seat in one swift move. For a second she thought he was going to challenge the guy, but instead he scooped up the bill and handed it and some cash to Karen as she
walked by.
    ‘Gotta be goin’,’ he said, picking up his trapping bag.
    To Beck’s obvious dismay, Cole followed them down the street. The vibes off this guy made her skittish, if nothing more than the fact that Beck’s fuse was shorter than usual.
    ‘What brings you to the middle of nowhere?’ he asked.
    Beck didn’t reply, so she did. ‘His mom.’
    ‘You know her?’ When Riley shook her head, he continued. ‘Well, then you’re in for a surprise.’
    Wary, she shot a look over at her fellow trapper. The frown on his face was bone deep now. Riley swung her attention back to the guy walking next to her. Since Beck wasn’t talking, she
might as well be polite. ‘So how do you two know each other?’
    ‘We used to hang together before he moved away.’
    She guessed
hang together
probably including all those sins Backwoods Boy didn’t want her to know about.
    So why are you talking to me? Are you trying to get under Beck’s skin or is it something else?
    They’d reached the truck now and Cole leaned up against a light pole, the smirk back again.
    ‘See you later, Riley,’ he called out. ‘Don’t let Denny take you into the swamp. That’s a one-way trip.’
    Beck’s growl echoed roughly in his throat. ‘Get in the truck, girl.’ The way he held himself told her not to argue.
    Whatever was between these two guys was deeply personal.
    ‘Sure, why not?’ she grumbled. Riley took his keys and climbed into the pickup, making sure to slam the door to let Beck know she wasn’t happy with his dictator attitude.
    Though she tried to hear what was said, they kept it quiet. She was willing to bet it was Beck telling Cole to stay the hell away from her and Cole suggesting his old friend go screw himself.
She knew her guess was right when Cole laughed, winked at her and then walked away.
    ‘You’re cute, dude, but you’re totally suicidal.’
    When Beck climbed into the truck, he looked ready to explode as his backpack thumped on the seat between them.
    ‘So what’s with him?’ she asked.
    ‘Nothing ya want to know,’ was the curt reply.
    ‘Tell me or I’ll ask Cole myself. You know me, I’ll do it,’ she warned.
    He heaved a sigh. ‘He’s an arrogant SOB who will play all nice and then leave ya hangin’ out to dry. Or in your case . . .’ He shook his head. ‘Just stay away from
him.