Too bad.
"I don't owe you a damn thing. I broke up with you three years ago. What is your problem?"
His face hardened.
Good.
Let him hear it.
"I don't owe you my time."
Another step closer to angry.
Excellent.
"I don't owe you an explanations."
His jaw tightened.
Even better.
"And I definitely don't owe you a relationship."
The ranch went silent.
Even the boys stopped working.
Watching openly now.
Terrible spies.
Every one of them.
Gerald's expression darkened.
For a second I saw the old Gerald.
The real Gerald.
The one from three years ago.
The one who thought getting angry would make people obey him. The one who thought abusing me would make me scared.
The one who thought fear was control.
My hand instinctively moved toward my hip.
Toward the gun.
The movement lasted less than a second.
But Beast saw it.
Of course he did.
And suddenly everything changed.
The air.
