“You kissed me,” she shouted.
“I’m not denying that, but it still comes down to you bringing me here.” He pointed at the floor.
“Yes, but I think we should slow down—”
“I get it,” he growled out as he pulled his boxer briefs and jeans on, then looked at her. “Damn, sometimes you women are so fucking fickle. It won’t happen again.”
“Watch your language.”
“Lady, you work on a farm. I’m sure you’ve heard everything, but I’ll watch what I say. If I say anything at all.” He picked up his shirt, boots, and socks and stormed out of the room.
Rory blinked tears from her eyes. She knew he had a right to be mad, but how could she explain she was afraid he’d disappear once he solved the case? Shewasn’ta slut. This was the first time in her life when she’d done something like this. Clay had been the only man she’d been with, and although she thought the sex had been good with him, it was nothing compared to what she’d just experienced.
With a heavy sigh, she entered the bathroom to shower again, and then she’d get something to eat if she had an appetite by then.
****
After pulling on his shirt, socks, and boots, Wilder walked out the back door, slammed it behind him, and practically ran down the steps.
“Damn it,” he swore as he got into his truck then headed for the bunkhouse and parked.
When he entered, he slammed the door, making all the men sitting at the table look at him. They quickly returned to playing a card game after he stopped and raised an eyebrow at them.
He walked to his bunk, took his hat off, hung it on the peg on the post, lay down, and clasped his hands behind his head. When a shadow fell over him, he saw Buster standing there.
“What?” he asked.
“Where have you been?” Buster asked him in a low tone of voice.
Wilder glanced at the men and back at Buster. Then he swung his legs off the bed, got to his feet, and narrowed his eyes at the man.
“I was busy,” he growled out.
“In Rory’s house?”
“What the hell do you do? Follow me around?”
“I saw you go in,” Buster said with a shrug.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I had to ask her something.” Wilder shrugged.
She never answered him about it. They ended up in bed and never got back to the conversation.
“All right. Get something to eat, then head for bed. Five comes early.”
“I’m not hungry, but I’m going to grab a shower.”
Buster stared at him for a few seconds, then turned and walked to the table, took a seat, and picked up his cards.
Wilder got clean jeans, a T-shirt, socks, boxer briefs, and his shaving kit from his duffle bag and entered the bathroom. It was going to be a long night.
He woke up before anyone else the next morning, grabbed his phone, and walked outside. It was still dark, but he wanted to see if anything showed up on the cameras.
He hit the app, then waited for it to open. The cameras were still there, but nothing was there besides squirrels and birds. No other activity. Shit. He knew the rustlers figured out that the cows weren’t being put up there.
Wilder just hoped they didn’t leave before he could find out who the hell was doing this.
The door behind him opened, and he quickly put his phone in his pocket.