“Did you guys beat someone up?” Trip, I could see getting into a fight for whatever reason. Dallas? It had to be a damn good reason. Maybe Trip had gotten into a fight and Dallas had stepped in— His nonbruised hand came up to my cheek again and he flat-out grinned. “Yes. He deserved it.” Before I could react, he leaned forward and kissed my mouth softly. Had he… Jeremy…? With his lips hovering just above mine, I asked slowly, “Where did you go?” “Fort Worth.”
