I looked down at myself, took in my business dress, my heels. I looked ridiculous dressed as I was, where I was. Lifting my foot, I grabbed one heel, tugged it off, dropped it to the floor. Then did the other.

“I didn’t have time to pack a bag. It’s this or naked.”

His eyes flared with heat as he looked me over once more, definitely imagining me naked.

“While that’s going to happen, you being naked, we’ve got to talk first.”

“We? I’m not the liar.”

“You sure about that?”

“What does that even mean? You fucked me… to what? Get answers?”

“I fucked you to get you off. Because I couldn’t wait another second to get my dick in you.”

The words were hot, but empty. “You used me.”

He ran a hand over his beard, sighed. “If I remember correctly, you were the one bent over your daddy’s desk with my mouth on your pussy.”

“I… I—” I had no idea what to say. Suddenly I was so angry I was sure smoke was coming out of my ears. “You might be pissed about what Macon did, but he only fucked me over. He didn’t actually fuck me.”

If molars could be ground to dust, his probably would. I had a feeling he wanted to say something back. Instead, he went to the duffel, opened the zipper and rummaged around. “Here, princess. This is the best I can do.” He handed me a t-shirt and thick socks. Tipped his head toward the bathroom. “Get changed and we’ll talk.”

He left me standing there, heading out onto the porch, the screen door slapping shut behind him. The dogs ran up the steps and circled around him to get pets. Jed’s dog—one I didn’t even know he had—held a stick in his mouth. Jed grabbed it and flung it out into the field. Both dogs ran after it.

Did I look so adoringly at Jed, where he tossed something out, like affection or orgasms and I ran after them, again and again?

I groaned, then stomped off to the bathroom to change. He was right. We had talking to do. The bathroom was small with a sink, clawfoot tub and toilet. A matching braided rug was on the floor. Navy towels were folded neatly on a shelf above the toilet and a matching hand towel on a hook beside the sink.

I didn’t know how often Jed came to the cabin, but it was tidy and clean. Definitely not a bachelor pad like East’s place in Bozeman. I hadn’t even seen a TV.