MINA
Oh, so he knew.
I clutched the firewood a little tighter and nodded softly.
“Okay,” I said nonchalantly.
His brows twitched downward.
I tried to step past him, toward the door, but he moved at the same time, blocking me with one arm braced casually against the frame.
“I have to cook,” I muttered, shifting the wood against my hip so I wouldn’t drop anything.
His jaw tightened. “Your damn scent,” he muttered under his breath, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
“What?”
He didn’t answer my question. Instead, he reached up, thumb brushing the air near my shoulder, and I pulled back instinctively.
“What perfume do you use?” he asked.
Automatically, I subtly sniffed myself. I smelled like usual.
“I showered this morning before we left,” I said honestly. “I don’t
