“You could never have had him.” I jerked my chin up. “He’s mine and always will be.” Oh. My possessiveness surprised me. Nicole wanted to argue. Her puffed-out cheeks were full of protestations. I could tell by the mulish look in her eyes she didn’t believe me. “Call him,” I demanded. She didn’t reply, her mouth locked thin and white. Her body trembled with a barely contained frustration. “If you could have him so easily, he’ll pick up, won’t he? It’s not like Briar threw you out on your ass.” “He blocked me,” Nicole admitted through gritted teeth.
