“No, but I’m the boyfriend to your client.” I glare through sheets of rain. “And I’m allowed direct access to my girlfriend, so I’m telling you one last time. Move.” Tony lifts his chin like he thinks I’m bluffing. I touch my mic almost instantly, and I open my mouth to speak into comms—and just then, Tony finally sidesteps. Jane is all I care about, so I don’t even acknowledge him again as I grab the handle and open the door.
