“Another?” Dean and I asked.
“Red, what the fuck? You and I—” My fiancé cut himself off and cleared his throat when I looked at him. Haley smiled and shook her head.
“Just call me the wedding planner of the group,” she laughed.
Tilting my head, I added, “Actually, that is something I could see you doing, Hals.”
She looked at me and smiled. “Maybe. We still got something we need to take care of before I can think about my future.”
We all knew the answer.
Collin and Kay.
“Let’s go,” I said, looking up to Dean. His hazel eyes were filled with love, and a gentle smile played on his handsome face. “I’m with you until the end, baby girl, whatever you decide with Stevens. You want to forgive him? Then I'll work on forgiving him, too.”
This fucking man.
I beamed at him. “I love you, Dean Connors.”
His smile formed into a smirk. “Of course, if you want me to beat his ass again, I can do that too.”
“Dean!” Haley hissed.
“I’m kidding, Red.”
I looked at my best friend, shaking my head. “He isn’t kidding. He would punch the Queen of England if she insulted me.” He nodded, earning a laugh from Dom and Sullie.
“Excuse me?”
All of us turned to find a man standing at the end of the hall. He was wearing a military uniform, and my eyes dropped down to the name on his chest.
Garner.
“You son of a bitch,” Haley growled at the man.
His eyes went wide, and he started to back up as Haley lunged for him. “You fucking bastard!” She screamed as Dean pushed past me and held her back. She was fighting, her teeth bared as James and Jer rushed out of the conference room.
James’ eyes darted from his lover to the man at the end of the hall. A shadow fell over his face, and he protectively stepped in front of Haley, who stopped struggling in Dean’s arms.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
The older man looked James up and down quickly. “Is that any way to talk to your father?”
Oh, shit.
“Dean, get Haley out of here,” James ordered quietly. “I’ll meet you all at the hospital.”
Haley wiggled her way out of Dean’s grip and came to her agent’s side. She took his hand and raised her chin. “You have five seconds to leave this building before you are escorted out,” she warned, and James tensed beside her.
The man smiled, and it reminded me of the devil we just sent back to hell. “You have no idea who you're dealing with, little girl,” he sneered, his upper lip curling slightly as he took in my friend’s appearance. Anger coursed through me, and I stepped forward to say something, but I was cut off by Dom and Sullie.
Dom stepped closer to the man, and I smirked when he took a step back. He was intimidated by Dom’s size. “You heard the lady. Get out,” he growled.
James’ father—I thought he was a general for the Army—cleared his throat and looked to his son. “We need to talk.”
“Are you deaf, old man?” Jer drawled from his spot on the wall, his eyes glaring.
“Of course, we do,” James said to his father as John Alex rounded the corner. He quickly took in the scene, and his eyes landed on the general’s.
