“Don’t hurt my sister, Rhett.” He’s stalking around to the other side of his truck, and I follow behind him. “Hurt her? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I would never hurt her.” He takes his hat off, tosses it into the passenger seat, and climbs into his truck. When he shuts the door, he leans out the window. “You wouldn’t hurt her intentionally.” My mouth drops. What the fuck is he even talking about? “I wouldn’t hurt her… period.”
