Chapter 6

"I'm heading to the office tomorrow. Want me to give you a ride?" Brennen asked.

His tone was cold and curt.

There was a possessive edge to it, like he was staking his claim.

It was the same old trick he'd been pulling for three years.

He'd smack me down and then toss me a crumb like he was doing me a favor.

I watched him through the crowd, his face full of entitled confidence.

All I could think about was how, just two minutes ago, he'd stepped in to defend Cheyanne from the toast.

The decisiveness he showed when…