Chapter Five
Preston
What the f**k of all f***s was Emma Turner doing with the Chandler’s? I didn’t think my time in Charleston could get any worse, but I was wrong. She was a distraction; one I didn’t need. I watched how Wade was with her when they got back to the house after their night of drinks. He was too close. I tried to ignore the burning in my gut, but it was there. It was a feeling I hadn’t had in a long time.
All I had to do was keep up the charade until I could get the hell out of town. The sun started to come up so I got out of bed and made coffee. I was too on edge to sleep. As soon as I sat down at the kitchen table, I glanced out the glass door and watched Glenn march over.
The door to the pool house opened and he charged in, his face a stony mask. “You’re letting your
