Rogue
Scott was as tall as Hunt, with dark blonde hair and broad shoulders, looking like one of those men that lived in the mountains—which ironically he did—in his plaid shirt with those mesmerising lake blue eyes.
"You want to help me get dinner ready for the animals?" he asked and I stared at him hesitantly.
Scott smiled and it was a genuine one. "I don't bite. Not a biter, never have been. Besides, I'd rather get to know you and make my own decisions, than get my ass whooped by Hunt."
I laughed and Scott chuckled before nodding. "Trust me, I've been on the receiving end and it was not a pretty look."
"How long have you two known each other?" I moved closer towards him.
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