Jealousy brewed inside his gut, and with it, anger. The realization he had no damn right to feel either pissed him off even more. He turned to watch the red truck pull up. Didn’t see a gun rack in there but it didn’t mean the driver wasn’t carrying. By the time the vehicle parked, every muscle in his body was tight and the pulse on his neck throbbed. Yeah, she wasn’t his and obviously would never be again. But if he had anything to do with it, she’d stay as far away from the lying sack of shit cowboy as possible. Sunny came up and stood beside him. Arms crossed, eyes narrowed, she glared at the suspect. “Dickwad returns,” she muttered. “Don’t call him Dickwad. He has a name,” Lauren said from behind him. Ben chuckled. “Dickwad sounds right to me.” “You like that, huh? Then you’ll love her term of endearment for you. Want to tell him?” Ben raised his brows at the now red-faced blonde standing guard next to him.
