Dylan’s leg shook so fast, the motion vibrated his entire body. His hand ached from clenching his beer bottle. He wanted to hit Zeke over the head with it, and if Zeke didn’t back off Heaven, nothing would stop Dylan from following through.
She didn’t want Zeke close to her. Dylan sensed it. His bones ached with tension. Her tension. Hell, maybe it was his tension. At this point, he wasn’t able to tell the difference. Whatever it was, it made his nerves sizzle.
“He needs to get away from her,” Dylan mumbled.
“Who, Zeke?” Scott asked as he finished his beer. “She’s not interested in him.”
“No shit.” Dylan retorted. His focus never faltered from the scene unfolding in front of him.
“Are you psychic now?” Layne snickered, tapping his empty beer bottle on the table.
Dylan shrugged. “I ha
