“Gotta say, I was sad when you left town, so I couldn’t stare at your perfect ass anymore, but I wasn’t mad that you stuck it to the Kingston boys.” He leans close, and I can smell the whiskey on his breath. “Now that you’ve shook those dogs off, what say you and I…” “Get your fucking hand off her before I break it.” The threat isn’t yelled, it’s growled with so much banked rage that it shocks me when I turn my head and see that it came from Chase. Blain chuckles darkly. “I guess you do still have them on a leash, Rainy girl. How boring.”
