Tempt Our Fate (Sutten Mountain, #2)

by Kat Singleton

“Who the hell are you sending this to?” His voice is tight, and even from a few feet away, I can see the muscles along his jaw ticking away angrily. My stomach drops when I see the picture of me standing in front of the full-length mirror in my closet. “No one,” I answer, hating the way my cheeks flush knowing he’s seen the photo. I want to say I’m embarrassed, but I don’t know if the blood rushing to my cheeks is from embarrassment or excitement—and I think I might like it. “Pippa.” He takes a long, angry breath, air hissing through his nostrils. I always thought the stables were loud and full of life, but as we face each other in the tack room, nothing can be heard but our labored breaths. “Who. Did. You. Send. This. To?” “That’s none of your business. Let’s go.” Camden’s nostrils flare. It’s the only thing that gives his jealousy away, aside from the angry tick of his jaw. Our angry glares don’t falter. Time passes by as we stare at one another. Or maybe it isn’t anger in our eyes. It’s full of tension, but I don’t know what kind, and I know that I need to get out of this room before I do something dumb. Right now, I want to do something foolish and ask him if he liked what he saw. “You have one more chance to tell me who you sent this photo to before I go through every single one of your text messages to find out.” “That’s childish. You hate me, remember? Why does it matter who I’m sending pictures of myself to?” “Because you’re wearing nothing but scraps of fucking la...