And why the hell was the mere notion bothering him so goddamn much? He was the one who was making calls that very morning to get her cute little ass out of there to a new job ASAP. He was the one who’d spent the whole night before drinking whiskey and planning his strategy on how to get her away from him. He was the one who had told her to quit the day before.
He didn’t care about Jolene Angeles. He didn’t want her in his life, in his garage, in his bed.
He wanted her gone.
So – why was he feeling jealous at the thought of the guys being on the receiving end of one of her stunning smiles? He hated the thought of her being alone with Cowboy… the man could charm the panties off a nun with a wink. If he set his mind to winning Jolene, he’d get her, that was a foregone conclusion.
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