A deep voice cuts through the moment. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll step away from my wife.”
Griffin
I pull up outside the clinic and park behind Angie’s van. She left her lunch in the fridge this morning, so I thought I’d bring it to her. She could easily order in, but I’ll take any excuse I can get to see her. There’s this bon- deep ache that only exists whenever she’s not around. I could endure those hours and wait for her to return home, but I have little restraint left where she’s concerned.
I find her as soon as I step inside the stark white waiting room. She has her back to the door, her light green scrubs hugging every dip and curve of her perfect body.
I nod at Marnie behind the desk. Her eyes widen and dart toward Angie and the patient.
Angie reaches for his arm.Tyler’sarm.
It’s finally happened. He came back to claim what’s mine.
Angie. The baby. I’m going to lose them.
Angie’s lunch falls to the floor, and that ache intensifies as my worst fear comes to life in front of me.
She’s speaking, but I’m too locked in on Tyler to hear a word she’s saying.
He pulls her in for a hug, trapping her hands between them. Time seems to slow, and they stay like that for the longest ten seconds of my fucking life. His sinister gaze locks on mine before Angie pushes him away.
As if on instinct, she cradles her bump and steps back. “Don’t. You don’t get to ask.”
Tyler opens his mouth to speak, but I’ve seen and heard enough.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll step away from my wife.”
Angie whirls to face me, anger giving way to something like relief. I eat up the distance between us and pull her behind me, blocking her from view.
Nostrils flared, I direct my anger where it belongs. “What the fuck are you doing here, Ty?”
Shoulders set and jaw clenched, he replies, “None of your goddamn business.”
“It’s my business if it involves my wife.”
He lets out a dark chuckle. “You sure love to use that word. Wife. As if she wasn’t my fucking fiancée first.”
I take a step closer, our chests nearly touching. I have several inches on Tyler, but to his credit, he doesn’t wilt.
With my voice low and unwavering, I say, “She was mine long before that, and you know it.”
Angie shoves herself between us, flattening her palms against our chests. “Should I get a measuring tape so you can whip it out and settle this right here?”
Marnie snorts. “No need. Angie, why don’t you just tell us who has the bigger dick? My bets on Griffin.”
I’d almost forgotten we have an audience.
I hold up my fist, and Marnie bumps hers against it.
Angie pins her with a glare. She disappears under the desk for a second and comes back with her purse. “I’m taking my lunch.”
Marnie rushes out of the office, leaving the three of us alone.
I return my attention to Tyler, and the anger comes back in full force. “I’ll ask again. What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Luna ate a bunch of chocolate. I came here because I didn’t have another choice.”
My fists clench and unfurl at my sides. “That doesn’t explain why you decided it would be a good idea to touch what’s mine.”
