the song happens to end at that moment, and everyone twists their heads toward us to find out what’s going on. Meghan seems almost stunned by the attention, but she doesn’t dare lose it either. She’s thrived on people fawning over her her whole life.
She slides off the rock, landing in the hard-packed clay with a thin layer of dirt. She saunters toward me, but I don’t fix my gaze on her. I look over her head to the guys who are watching with interest.
“Actually,” I say, knowing full well this could blow up in my face. It more than likely will, but I can’t stand to see her preening like a peacock. “Stone invited me.”
Meghan barks out a laugh. She turns toward Stone as if she needs clarification. Or because she’s trying to get him to sound off on what a ludicrous thing I’ve just said. I can tell by the lilt of her shoulders that she’s not quite sure. He is new, after all. He might as well be a big question mark in her world, but I understand her concern. She’s not used to being second-guessed. Especially not by me.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” I say, running into her with my shoulder. “I have things to discuss with them.”
“What?” she screeches, and I swear high school was two years ago, but you’d think we were smack dab in the middle of those suffocating halls. I guess old habits die hard.
I burn the trio with my gaze, daring them to say they didn’t invite me here. The heat from the fire makes me sweat, but so is waiting for them to decide what they’re going to do next. “Ready?” I ask as soon as I get to them, my heart in my throat.
Stone jumps down from the rock, landing just in front of me. He towers over me, especially with the slight incline leading to the rock, but I’m not going to let him intimidate me. He smirks. “Let’s do it.”
Stone throws his arm around my shoulder, and a shocked gasp comes from Meghan. The noise quickly fades into the background. In its place is feeling him next to me. It’s hard not to feel the pull, even if my mind rejects it.
Wyatt leads the way back to the parking lot where he lowers the gate on his truck. He jumps in then holds his hand back to me. I grab it, and he heaves me up into the bed. I find a place to sit, my feet resting on top of the wheel well as the others climb up and find a spot, too.
Once we’re all sitting in the back of the truck, the area behind my eyes heat, but I swallow the emotion down. Only Dickie seems to realize what the loss of my father has done to me. I take a deep breath and let it out, addressing the guys. “I had a chance to look over the contract.”
Stone nods. “My father is eager to hear your decision.”
“I bet he is.”
His lips thin, but he doesn’t bite.
I tap my finger against the bottle and take another swig. It doesn’t taste nearly as bad as it did in the first swallow. I guess this is the kind of shit that grows on you. What doesn’t grow on you is being blackmailed to betray your family. Generations of work. Generations of blood, sweat, and tears. Hopes that are at my fingertips. I can’t just hand them over, and definitely not to the Jacobs. “Before I answer, I want to know why now. Why ask me about my family’s stuff now? Why not when Dad was alive?” I have a suspicion that I know the answer, and if I’m right, they can all go fuck off.
“Jesus, Dakota. Really? It’s a simple business decision,” Stone says. “You either give up the stuff or you don’t.”
Anger flares inside me. “You’ve made it a terrible decision. It’s not easy at all. I either give up what my family has worked so hard for, or I give up my life. Yeah, super easy.”
Stone grits his teeth. His perfect face is on edge, but there’s a wariness about him, too. Why do I feel like I’m more like these guys than not? Caught between a curse and a need so deep. The treasure runs through my veins. I may not have been born with it, but it’s taught in Wilder blood from birth. This is how you rock climb. This is how you