Reyna’s eyebrow rose. “And where were you before?”
He stared at her as if to say,That’s my own fucking business.
“Fine. Don’t tell me. I don’t even know why you’re here right now, then. Why tell me you’re going into the city but not tell me where the hell you’ve been the last week?”
“I’m going to see Penny.”
Reyna ground her teeth together and clenched her fists. “Are. You. Out. Of. Your. Mind?”
A muscle tensed in his jaw.
“Just talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking. Why the hell are you going see her? She double-crossed us. She almost got you killed. She tried to murder me.”
“She might have answers.”
“To what?” Reyna demanded.
“About Harrington.”
“And you’re, what, going to seduce them out of her?”
Beckham didn’t even dignify that with a response.
“Becks,” she said, exasperated.
“I came to tell you. I knew you wouldn’t want to hear after I’d already gone. Now I’m going.”
“Wait.” Reyna snagged his arm. He jerked as if she’d burned him. She pulled her hand back in surprise. He’d never reacted that way to her touch before. Never pulled away from her like that.
Reyna straightened her spine. She wouldn’t let him go that easily. And if he thought that she would, he was wrong. She didn’t know why he even showed up like this if he was going to freak at one touch.
“I’m going with you.”
“No.”
“Oh, this isn’t a negotiation,” she spat.
“You’re right. It’s not.” Beckham stalked across the field to the garage. He could have easily outpaced her, but he walked at an almost human speed.
Reyna trailed after him, jogging to keep up. “You disappear for a week because you’re jealous or whatever and then thinkI’llsomehow be okay with you going to see your backstabbing ex? Hell, no. This is not happening.”
Beckham tugged the door to the garage open, ignoring her.
“Is this really about Graves?”
He growled low in the back of his throat. Yeah, his name was a bit of a trigger.
“I’m not going to stop talking about this. I don’t even know why you’re jealous. Everything we did was to get information. It’s unfair that you’re acting like this toward me, then going to see Penny.”
“Reyna,” he snapped.
“What?” she yelled back.
“Get in the car.”
Reyna gnashed her teeth together. All she wanted to do was argue with him until he told her what the fuck was going on with him. But when had that ever worked with Beckham? When he put up a wall, he made sure even a wrecking ball couldn’t fucking tear it down.
So she got in the car.
