“That woman has pain, Den. I saw it the first day I met her.” I gritted my teeth. I hated the way he spoke about her, like she had been in his bed, healing, instead of mine. I turned my head to look over my shoulder. “I know that.” “And I know that being gentle isn’t your strong suit,” he spat. “Beau,” Jigs warned. I met Beau’s eyes. “I’ve got her.”
