Amusement lit up his stupidly handsome face. “Then you are a romantic.”
I was about to tell him I wasn’t and he could wipe the smug grin from his chin, when Trenton came walking up the path.
“No. She’s not a romantic,” he said.
My angry gaze shot to Trenton. “What would you know about that?”
The silence of the night breathed around us as we stood staring at each other, broken only by the deep growl building in Ranger’s chest.
“Tell him why you’re really here, Aspen,” Trenton challenged me.
“You know what? I don’t have to deal with this.” I stormed past him, seeing red. It was his fault I was here and he knew it. “Why don’t you two go take a hike and swap stories of your Alpha d***s?”
*
Ranger was a bully just like Trenton.
He is not.
Yes he is. I growled at my wolf to shut her up
