Maggie’s face went chalk white. Her expression of stunned pain was all Porter could stand to see. He turned away, needing to move, needing to scream, needing to hit something. His control was in absolute tatters.
The fucker had put his hands on her.
Porter had vowed he’d protect her. That he wouldn’t let Danforth anywhere near her. And the moment he’d turned around, she’d disappeared. The son of a b***h had threatened her. Porter had no idea what had been said, but menace had been written all over Danforth’s face. What would he have done if Porter hadn’t shown up? Hadn’t intervened?
“Wh…what?”
He wondered if it was shock or fear making her stammer. He hoped it was the former because it wasn’t in him to pack his rage away right now. It was a live thing, rampaging free of the cage he’d l
