“Hi,” I whisper. He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Are you all right?” Leaning into his touch, I nod. “Who is that?” Jason asks, voice sharp and cold. “Her boyfriend,” Everett responds just as brashly. Jason lets out a sharp, unconvincing laugh. “This doesn’t concern you.” With his eyes still on me, Everett responds, “Everything with Dahlia concerns me.” “For now,” Jason scoffs. “Unlike you, I’m going to be tied to her for the rest of my life. If I want to have a conversation with the mother of my child alone, I’m entitled to that.” “Not if she feels unsafe.”
