Protectiveness rattles through me, and I stare back at him with my teeth clenched so hard they might crack. He’s trying to get a rise out of me and get under my skin. The rational part of my brain tells me to ignore him. I can’t, though. I love these guys like family, but the idea of them touching Darcy, of her sitting in their laps and stroking their hair while they make out, sends hot rage through my blood.
