There was a sincerity in Jack’s tone that gave Emmett a chill. He hugged the blanket he still wore around himself and shivered. “Jack, I do. I trust you with my life and you know it. So please, just this once, can you trust me?”
“Trust you with what?” Jack punched his bedroll into shape with hard fists. “What do you want from me?”
Another day and Emmett might have taken that opening and run with it. There was so much he wanted from Jack, so much more he didn’t already have. But here, today, now, Monty stood nearby, listening to every word, and Emmett knew it wasn’t the time or place to bare his soul. “I just thought maybe we could work together—”
“He’s a prick,” Jack spat, raising his voice for Monty to hear. “He’s not what you think, Emmett. He’s not what he wants you to think he is, w
