He leans against the door frame, close enough that I can inhale the intoxicating scent of soap on his skin. “What exactly did you hear?” he asks. I falter. “Enough to know that you’ve been turning down jobs. And what’s this about my father giving you Alaska Wild?” He curses under his breath. “What jobs?” “Doesn’t matter.” I’m not sure what annoys me more—that I don’t know about it or that Marie does. “What jobs have you been turning down?” He bites his bottom lip. “A hunting outfit mentioned wanting me to work for them in September. It’s not a big deal, and I don’t even know if I’d want it.”
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