but hearing him talk about Greer that way had me clenching my fists. Parker noticed. He grinned, the first crack I’d seen in him since we’d met at the facility that morning. When the grin faded, he turned to Roberts. “Better watch out, Robbo, Beckett might not like you as much if you talk about his girl like that.” She wasn’t my girl. Not really. I was just … borrowing her for a while.
