Ashton’s jaw clenches, forehead creases, and lips tighten, but the anger fades, a cunning smile taking over. “Do you know about Polly? She—” “Ahhh, yes, she drew the short stick, right?” I lazily let my eyes sweep over him, humming in displeasure. This time, he doesn’t bother to hide how annoyed he is. “Landon, you let your girlfriend fight for you now?” “Yeah, how about that?” He chuckles. “If I were you, I’d be careful. She might just run you over.”
