That’s what he wants. I can see it clear in his smug face. He wants me to say it out loud. Wants me to make the move, to claim her, to admit she’s more than a fling to me.
I can’t do s**t while she’s in that relationship, even if it’s barely holding together. Doesn’t mean I’m fine watching another man put his hands on her.
“But I also sure as f**k don’t want anyone else touching her either,” I growl.
Echo leans back in his seat, arms crossed, that knowing look still sitting on his face. “Alright, let me ask you this. If she was single? If she walked in here and joined up, no strings, no baggage… would you ask? Would you make her yours?”
I stare at him, my jaw locked. I want to say no. I want to keep pretending I can play it cool, let her come to me on her terms, keep s**t casual until
