The urge to feed and provide for my woman. My woman? I sounded like a caveman. I glanced at her again. Mine. The idea of anyone else putting their hands on Avery, even smiling at her like that fucking Carter guy, sent hot rage through my veins and made me furious. Avery was mine. There was no doubt about that. I just didn’t know what to do about it. I was out of my depth here.
