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Zoe scrunched up her nose and waved her hands in the air. “Yeah, I know, but that’s not what I mean. Don’t you think it’s time to admit something to yourself?”

I dropped the towel on the floor. “Admit what, Zoe?”

She put her hands on her hips. “Admit that you actually aren’t upset that Wyatt followed you here.” She gestured vaguely to the door. “What Leif is doing for J.D. is the same thing Wyatt’s doing for you. He’s putting his life on the line to make sure you get home safe.”

“Well, yeah, Zoe. What Leif is doing is romantic. What Wyatt is doing is…I don’t know–”

“Romantic?” Her tone dripped with sarcasm.

“There’s not a romantic bone in Wyatt’s body. No.”

“Is that a fact or just what you’re telling yourself?”

Outside, strange squeals, squawks, and screams came from the jungle. They did nothing to improve my mood.

“I’m not sure, okay?” I hissed. “Are you happy? I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t, under any circumstances, let Wyatt get killed here. You know me. You know what tha