“Oversight,” she says as she shoves the ring at him.
He rolls the ring between his fingers as he stares at her. “You’re really going to throw away the past six years?”
“You did that all on your own.” Her voice cracks, but she holds her head high. “Youchose to screw somebody behind my back.”
Christ. This losercheatedon her?
“And even if it was a one-time thing like you claimed, this relationship isn’t healthy anymore. For either of us. We both need to move on.”
The fucker just stares like he’s seeing a whole new side of her.
I’m staring, too. Hannah’s tough and she’s strong and I find it…hot as hell.
Craig tries to recalibrate by taking control again. He curls his lip in a sneer. “I’ve already moved on, darling. Remember what you walked in on?”
“You’re a prick.” Hannah shakes her head like she’s disgusted with him.
But I catch the flash of hurt in her eyes before she looks away.
And I want to kill this guy for putting that look on her face. I want to destroy him for being the reason she feels even an ounce of insecurity.
I step forward, forcing him to back up until he hits the side of his car. I’ve got about five inches and forty pounds on him, and I’m all muscle. He’s not so stupid that he doesn’t know he’s outmatched, and his expression goes from taunting to fear.
“Stay the hell away from Hannah from now on,” I say forcefully. “Unless she reaches out to you, leave her the fuck alone. Are we clear?”
I wait until he nods before I back up. Then, I take Hannah’s hand and help her up into the truck.
“Doesn’t mean I have to leave Vegas,” the coward says as he ducks back into his car. “I’m going to hang out here tonight, too. So maybe I’ll see you two around.”
I wait until I’m inside the truck with the windows up before I say to Hannah, “We need to get that app off your phone.”
Chapter Sixteen
Hannah
“I’m already on it,” I say as I start searching through my phone.
I successfully find and delete the app just as Maverick’s large hand covers mine, stopping me from typing.
I look up at him in confusion.
“That’s a good start, but I think we should get you a brand new phone,” he says. “We don’t know what else he installed. He may have done more than just track your whereabouts.”
“You’re right.” I pull my hand out from under his and toss my phone onto the floor in frustration. “Fuck, he was so paranoid. So controlling. Shit, it pisses me off. Sorry for cursing.”
“Your mouth puts mine to shame.” He shoots me a half-grin. “I like a dirty mouth.”
I laugh. “That’s good because my ex suddenly pushes all my swear buttons.”
I glance to my right and am relieved that Craig has already left the parking lot.
“Use my phone for now if you need to look up anything.” Maverick unlocks his phone before handing it to me.
As he pulls back out onto the Strip, he says, “Was he like that when you were together?”
“What do you mean?”
“Paranoid. Controlling. Was he like that in other ways, besides how he invaded your privacy with the app?”
