Grinding my teeth together, I kept my gaze lowered. If she looked into my eyes right now, I didn’t know what she’d see, but I knew I didn’t want to have to explain it. How could I, when I didn’t understand it myself? A man she’d met this weekend was texting her. Why did that make me so fucking angry? I wanted to reach through her phone, grab this asshole by the throat, and tell him to stay the fuck away from her. He wasn’t getting her or her cinnamon rolls.
