Son of a bitch, I didn’t even notice he had a name tag, but I’m not going to admit that. Bates turns his head slowly to stare at me. I let him look like the possessive asshole this time, because it’s usually me. I keep my features relaxed, but Bates knows me well and he’s also witnessed how irrational I can become when it comes to her, so it’s only fair he experiences the same. “Oh,” Bates finally says, but his body relaxes.
