“She’s not alone and if you touch her, you will seriously regret that shit.” She froze. That voice, his voice. McKenna wanted so badly to look but was afraid she was imagining things, dreaming possibly, like she had been since he walked away. “Who the hell are you?” “Tell him who I am, McKenna, and you might want to let this muthafucker know what a huge mistake it would be for him to touch you in my presence.”
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