Hexam tilted his head and lifted his shoulder. “I don’t give a f**k. He shouldn’t have had his hands on Archer’s girl.” This from the guy who’d just tried to kiss her. As if he read her mind, he explained. “Archer wouldn’t come after me. We’ve shared women before. It’s no big deal when you see some of the s**t him and me have seen together.”
“But you threatened his life in my office.”
“Did I?” Hexam asked. “Is that what I did?”
Although his back was to them, Hexam somehow noticed one of the guys sagging. He turned, lifted his g*n, and fired off a shot with such precision, she dropped her g*n and both her hands leaped to her mouth.
“Don’t panic, sweetheart,” he said and picked up the g*n. “Maybe this isn’t for you.” He dropped the g*n into her purse. “Try the knife.” Insinuating his han
