His eyes were alive, raging and alert, baring furiously into him. It was one he recognised, a look he deserved.
That didn’t make it any easier.
Rupert was trapped, and Cade knew it. He thought he saw a glint of satisfaction flash over those eyes.
The way Rupert was being looked at hurt him, more than he’d ever admit out loud.
Humour was his mask. Nobody would understand his feelings about Cade. Everyone knew that Cade was a loner, bound to snap at you if you even asked his name. But that hostile act had fooled him before.
Rupert had learned, though, that he could open up, if you just treated him like a person.
One problem. As soon as he went back to public insults, as Rupert had too often done, that rage came back double fold. To say Cade hated Rupert was an understatement.
He couldn’t help it. He was too afraid of revealing his true emotions to the world to change… Too afraid of rejection, no matter his beliefs or his convictions to them.
And that made him guilty, too, of closing a heart already in need of warmth. I guess that made two of them.