He grunts in response, waving a hand over his shoulder.
“Nice meeting you both,” I call out before we walk back down the path and out to Kiera’s truck.
“Well, that was brutal.” I snort the moment we shut our doors. “I thought Jackson was going to rip Trent’s head off.”
“I’m goin’ to junk punch him for that,” she hisses, her body tense as she puts the truck into drive. “I swear, he’s bipolar. One minute he’s completely normal and everything’s fine. Then all of a sudden, he’s this overbearing, protective asshole.”
“You know why that is, right?”
“Because he’s a guy.” She pauses before continuing. “A stupid one.”
I chuckle, shaking my head at her. “He’s protective because he doesn’t like seeing you with someone else. Now meeting the infamous Jackson Bishop, my suspicions are confirmed. H
