Brad hung up, then stood with his hands on his hips and nodded toward Alrik. “What’s going on? Who’s this guy?” Calleigh pulled the ring box from her purse and tossed it to him. “Here’s your ring. Keep it this time, okay? This guy happens to be a very good friend of mine. A very good non-cheating friend.” “What’s that supposed to mean? I told you it was just a onetime thing with Jeana. I thought we were working things out.” “Hah,” Alrik grunted, blowing a hard breath through his teeth. Brad glared at Alrik. “This doesn’t concern you, buddy. Calleigh and I need to talk privately.” Alrik moved closer to Calleigh and slipped his arm around her waist. “I am not leaving her alone with you.” “Get your hands off my fiancée before I call security.” Brad shook a menacing finger at Alrik but remained behind his desk. Calleigh shook her head. “His hands can stay right where they are. I am not your fiancée any longer.” Scowling, Brad huffed. “So you bring this meathead in here to do what?
