I wedge myself between them, breaking Travis’s hold on her ass. I don’t miss the way Reese takes an immediate step back. “Time to go,” I say, curling my hand around her arm. Travis lets out a short laugh. “Fuck off, Montgomery. I’m having a conversation with—” “Jane.” I step closer. “And it doesn’t look like a conversation. It looks like you’re copping a feel. And if you know what’s fucking good for you, you’ll leave her alone.” Travis holds up his hands. “Whatever, man.”
