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"He's drunk and probably got lost on his way back to our cabin," I explain.

"And you?" Scott asks.

I wait for the man to look back in my direction, something that takes a while now that he seems more than a little concerned that Zeus might reach out and choke the life out of him.

"And you?" he asks again.

I give him a wide smile. "I spent the evening with Sable."

I don't miss the way Zeus's eyes drift in my direction, something unreadable in his eyes due to the darkness, but I hate the way he's analyzing me as if he's discovered I'm somehow not the man he expected me to be.

"I walked her home," I continue, diverting my attention back to Scott. "The girl has a set of hands on her that were clearly God-given."

I put as much insinuation into it as I can manage without outwardly lying about what we were doing.

Scott doesn't even grin, and that worries me.

His attention is drawn back to Zeus, who is still playing the part of the drunken lost man, slumped against the stack of cars, head hung low.

"He walked off with Hil… I mean Peaches. He left with Peaches," Scott growls. "Did you fuck her?"

I take a step forward, grateful the guy is only brave enough to make the verbal accusation rather than put his hands on Zeus again.

"Careful," I warn. "Peaches is your girl?"

Billy mentioned sacrificing his woman, but Scott never indicated that he lost his girl, too.

"Not exactly," he mutters. "But I like her a lot."

"She's a very pretty girl," Zeus slurs.

Scott trembles with rage, fist tight at his sides.

"So you fucked her?" he snaps.

"He didn't come back to our cabin," I assure him, knowing Zeus couldn't have gone back to her place. Sable made it very clear that men aren't allowed in their area.

I know that it has more to do with Bobby's control rather than protecting the women from unwanted advances, and that works in my favor right now.

"Didn't fuck her," Zeus answers.

"She turned you down?" Scott asks, with a tone that tells me he's more concerned than proud that she would do that.

It gives credence to the repercussions for the women if they don't actively participate in whatever these men want to do with them.

"Told her she wasn't my type," he slurs.

"What?" Scott asks, confused.

Zeus slowly lifts his head to stare at the man.

"What do you mean, what? Think I was going to tell her my dick wasn't going to work?"

A breath of relief rushes past Scott's lips as he puts even more distance between the two of them.

"And if she tells people differently?" he challenges, and it's almost sweet the way he wants to make sure the girl doesn't get into trouble.

Zeus smiles as well. "I'll tell them that she's got a mouth like a fucking vacuum."