Blake stomped upstairs to his bedroom. “Certifiable.” Stripping, he turned on the shower as hot as he could stand it. He’d gone and lost the best thing that had ever happened to him. As much as he wanted to blame Josh, it was his fault for acting like a jealous goof. For the life of him, he didn’t understand why he’d lost his cool. That wasn’t true. He stuck his head under the water. The woman tied him in knots; she was unlike anyone he’d ever met before. And he didn’t know what to do with himself. Hell, he couldn’t even remember what he’d said to Josh. And for a few seconds, when he found out they’d been on a date, he’d been furious. The image of his friend possibly kissing her—or worse—had made him livid. Because she was his. He slammed a fist against the tile. Get a grip, man.
