Chapter 2Trey herded me onto the back deck, then gave a growly bark that had me shifting quickly. By the time I was finished and opened the door, goosebumps erupting all over, Trey was pushing his naked body against me, practically shoving me through the door. I chanced a glance at him as I grabbed for the basket of clothes, and could see the anger and disappointment shining in his eyes. I hated that I put that there, hated the feeling in my stomach. But at the same time, a righteous anger suffused me. I wasn’t at fault here. At least not solely.
“You don’t need that,” Trey said, his voice gruff but not harsh, as he pushed the basket out of my reach. “Get into the living room.”
I went, trying to keep all expression off my face. We needed to talk, sort this out, and I knew having an attit
