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The crotch of her tight khaki hiking shorts had a faint dark patch that she hoped no one would notice. Jake, tall and authoritative at twenty-five, hoisted the largest backpack onto his broad shoulders, the straps pulling his t-shirt tight across his muscled chest. “Alright, the campsite is about two hours up. It’s a solid climb with some switchbacks. Dylan and I will push ahead to set up the tents, get the fire pit ready, and secure the food against any wildlife. You three take it at your own pace. We’ll have everything sorted by the time you arrive.”

Even as I said it my mind flashed back to the feeling of being between them, but I pushed it down. We started walking again through the thickening fair, the smells of grilled food and sweet treats pulling us along. We drifted past stalls until I spotted Jake at a big collaborative mural booth. He stood there directing a group of artists, sleeves rolled up, tattoos showing on his arms as he held one side of a large canvas steady. My stomach did a little flip when his eyes found me. A slow smile spread across his face, the kind that always made my pulse pick up. “Well look who it is,” Jake called out, waving us over. “Taylor. Alex. Come help steady this thing before it falls over. We need extr

Outside, the ship cut through dark waters, carrying them both further from the lives they'd been trying to escape. "When I was sixteen," Jake said suddenly, "my father caught me applying to art school. I'd been painting in secret for years—landscapes mostly, nothing revolutionary. But I loved it." He smiled ruefully. "He tore up the application and told me Monroes don't waste time on hobbies."

It’s nice that he’s finally relaxing around us. “A camp spot two hours away from here,” he mumbled, sipping his coke with a blush on his cheeks. So cute. “Camping it is,” Candice chimed in and the group let out a contented laugh. We have decided. Our lunch went by smoothly, that is, until Jake and his teammates walked in with a huge entourage. The sight of Jake with his arms draped over another girl’s shoulder made my chest expand, only to deflate at a fast speed.

He approached slowly, stopping a careful distance from Darius, and held out the folder without getting too close. Darius took it with his free hand, Julie still chattering against his chest, and opened it to reveal Jake’s careful drawings and explanations of the water cycle. “This is incredible,” Darius said, genuine admiration in his voice. “Did you do all this yourself?” “Mama helped with some of the words,” Jake admitted. “But the drawings are mine.” “They’re very good,” Darius said. “Much better than I could do. You have real talent.” Jake’s expression softened slightly, pride breaking through the caution.

I can feel his ankle, playfully poking my legs under the table, which made me sensually aroused. For the next two days, we’re rarely going to stay here for we’re going to lodge somewhere depending on our itinerary. Jake quipped about a particular cabin in which he allegedly experienced some paranormal activities that sent me into a spine-chilling whirl. Jake’s fondness of thriller books and horror movies, made him capable of painting vivid gruesome and macabre pictures through words. Liam is still composing some new songs for the semi-finals, so he won’t forego his guitar wherever an inspiration strikes.

THREE Saturday “Here he comes,” Kevin Ellison muttered as we browsed over a table filled with used comic books at the Commons Trailer Park Yard Sale. I glanced up and, sure enough, there was Jake Burns peddling his clunky old bike down the fairway toward us. I snorted and returned my attention to an issue of Rom: Space Knight. “Peachy.” “Y’know, he really seems to dig you,” whispered Gary McNamara from the other side of the table, where he was perusing an issue of Thor. “I mean really. Like you’re best buds or something.”

author pov Since leaving the packland, Jake and the other two warriors have spent their time together getting to know one another, so they can act like the stepbrothers they are supposed to be. They spend their days hunting and traveling. Trying to look like rogues and taking what they want or doing what they want. In the evening and nights, they cook the catch of the day, eat, drink, and play card games while asking questions of each other. By the time they find Lucifer’s camp, they are well acquainted with one another and act like the brothers they are supposed to be. Before riding up to the camp, they seek entrance into, Jake, Tiger, and Bryan to give themselves one more night to prepare.

With that, she turned around and proceeded to walk away. “You know, I’m a really good sketch artist.” Vanessa paused her steps, then she turned around again, standing four steps away from him. She wore a puzzled look on her face. “Congratulations?” Jake closed the distance between them, with such grand steps, like he had been practicing how to walk like that all his life. “I’m just saying that I could sketch a drawing of you. So, do not be surprised if I draw a picture of you and paste it all over town, with a message saying: ‘Do you know this lady?’”

She rolled her eyes pointedly at him. "What's in it for me?", drawled May very slowly, both eyebrows raised high. "Well, uh... what do you want?", asked Jake a little lost. May squinted at him in a calculating manner, looking him up and down slowly. "A cameo. In your sister's graphic novel. I want to be a werewolf in the next issue, even if it's just a one-panel background character. But I love those novels." "I can't, she will-", started Jake to protest.