CHAPTER 35
DAWSON
The jealousy was irrational. Dawson knew that, but heat still simmered in his veins, enticing him to do something stupid like haul Violet back inside, shove her up against the wall, and kiss the breath out of her.
But he hadn’t spent years testing his willpower to make a mistake now, so he gave her a gentle push toward the door.
“Knock ’em dead, babe.”
He lived in hope. Kane was a first-class asshole, and after the steak fiasco last night, Dawson had been tempted to go inside and tell him exactly that. But then he’d get fired, and he needed to stick around to take care of Violet. There hadn’t been any new threats, but this wasn’t over. He could feel it. That prickle at the back of his neck, the uneasiness in his gut… Someone was out there, watching, and it bothered h
