Movement at the doors caught my attention, and I narrowed my eyes. Owen. Fuck that prick. Where the hell was he going? Every instinct in my body forced me to pay attention, priming my muscles, ready to chase him down. I didn’t trust that asshole as far as I could throw him. I hadn’t forgotten what he’d done at the beach party last weekend. The way he’d watched her lose control. His gaze had rolled over Lacey’s body tonight, lewd and possessive, until I’d wanted to ram my fist down his throat.
