balled her hands into tight fists, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.
“No, I don’t,” Ryder replied, finally turning to look at Jackson. “I think you’ve got it a bit backwards, Arder. It seems that you’re the one who’s come too far. I thought we had this conversation last week. You should get used to the fact that some of these areas aren’t open to you anymore. Wouldn’t want you to get in trouble, now would we,” Ryder said, his voice as sweet as honey. Yet, the malice was not hidden very deep under the saccharine. He quirked a brow at Jackson, and the dark-haired ranger seemed to suddenly grow bigger and more menacing. His aura was hard to miss, but the blonde devil that had come from the darkness of the forest was no less of a beast.
“You know that I’ll never accept that. These are our lands, not yours, and I don’t want to see this get any uglier than it has. I was fine with allowing some of your people in here as a courtesy, considering your situation, but I think you’re stretching my kindness thin now.” She could almost feel the growl rumbling through his body, barely held back in his throat. Tess bit her lip, feeling like she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but she couldn’t look away. There was something about the duo of men that made her stare in slack-jawed amazement; something primal and powerful that reminded her of predators.
Ryder shrugged his shoulders, his white teeth flashing as he smiled widely. When Jackson made her feel warm and safe, the sharp-toothed blonde made her stomach twist with icy coldness. Yet, there was something incredibly similar about the two of them, as if they were cut from the same stock.
“I’ve never minded a little trouble,” Ryder replied, the honey tone now swapped for something much darker. He took a step closer to Jackson and Tess, the men facing off against one another. Tess wanted to shrink into nothingness, feeling like a kitten stuck between a rabid dog and raging flood. “What about you, sugar? I bet you would like to get yourself in a bit of trouble with me,” Ryder said, his blue eyes boring right into her. Her expression shifted, but before she could bite back, Tess was rendered momentarily speechless by what Jackson did next.
What the hell is going on here?
The ranger took two quick steps forward, moving much faster than she would have expected of someone of his size. They were inches from one another, both almost snarling. Jackson’s words were nothing short of a growl now and she could see a vein throb on his neck. Everything about their body language said that the only thing restraining them at that point was the slightest bit of self-control, both seconds away from lunging at the other. Tess shook off her indecisiveness and rushed forward, shoving the two men away from each other by fitting herself between them. She wanted to faint into Jackson’s arms, and she had the feeling that this particular encounter would play a pretty prominent role in her fantasies from now on, but it was no time to get further distracted by the two incredibly sexy men who seemed to be at least in part fighting because of her.
“Gentlemen, cool it.” Tess looked up at Ryder, feeling her cheeks blazing with heat as she found her palms resting on both of their chests. She pulled back her hands awkwardly and cleared her voice. “I’m perfectly fine without any trouble, but thank you. And if we want to get anything done today, then we need to get going. I wouldn’t want to get stuck here in the dark.” She quirked a brow at Jackson and shooed him back a couple of steps, creating distance between the two riled up men. “Maybe you two can continue this… whatever this is, behind a glass of whiskey or something. But not now. It was nice meeting you, Ryder, have a nice day.” With that, she grabbed her heavy backpack from the ground and shoved it into Jackson’s arms, who was still glaring daggers at Ryder.
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