“I guess you really don’t know my sister as well as you think you do,” Tristian taunted, suddenly hating Ashton Fox and everything he stood for.
“What the hell does that mean?” Ashton slammed his drink down looking Tristian dead in the eyes. “If you’ve got a problem with me, then how about spitting it out.”
“You’re the problem!” Tristian started around the bar after the dumb a*s prick.
“Tristian!” Angel’s voice was soft but it got his full attention. “It’s not Ashton you’re mad at.” She reluctantly let go of Hunter's hand and walked over to her brother, blocking his path. “How about we go take a dip in the pool and cool off? It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to swim with my big brother.”
“Fine, but don’t think you can stop me every time your boyfriend…” he spat the word boyfriend. “…
