Chapter 8
James
“Dammit, James.” She pouted her lips and focused on him.
His body heated. She’s got to be kidding. She’s blaming me for every little thing. “What? You think it’s my fault?” He threw his arms out and waited for a whimsical answer.
She crossed her arms and stuck her foot out to the side. “Oh, not at all. Just don’t be too busy laughing it up at me while your own situation is in shambles,” she smirked, focusing on her map.
Is she crazy? “You’re not the slightest bit worried that someone might have come and entered the camp and messed with our stuff?”
“No, not at all. I think you absent-mindedly put it there and don’t remember.”
Maybe she had a point. He was concerned with keeping an eye on her last night. He about lost it when she collapsed onto the ground. Now, he revo
