“Can I help you?” I moved my chair back in place and sat down. I had no idea who this guy was, but he looked pissed. “Are you Corban Nash?” His voice was cold, almost monotone. “Yeah.” “The Corban Nash who’s sleeping with Hazel Kiegen?” I raised my eyebrows. What the hell was going on? “Who are you?” “I asked you a question.” “And I answered with a question, but I’ll elaborate. Who are you that you think Hazel’s personal life is any of your business?”
