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Chapter 142: A Rescue, but Do I Want It?

"I'm so sorry," she says, and she does look upset.

Not that it does me any good.

"Whatever. Thanks." I hike my backpack higher on my shoulder and turn, stomping my way out of the lobby. Fuck how childish it looks. Anything is better than crying or stepping on the jerk's foot as I walk out. If he hadn't sped past me on the way in, I would have gotten the last room.

The hot Nevada air assaults my face when the door opens and I take my first step outside — a not-so-pleasant reminder I have no water. Or food. Or sunscreen.

The bell attached to the door dings again, and I turn back to watch the asshole who got the last room step onto the sidewalk. "Hey, wait up."

What now? I stop and scowl in his general direction. "What?"

The man smiles. Who knows what he's so happy about, other than having a room when I don't. Big blue eyes sparkle in the midday sun. That coupled with the dirty blond hair and a dominating presence makes him hot. And not in a temperature way.

"Looks like you
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