Adan
“Sorry. Can’t do that.” Fletcher took a sip of his bourbon. “Does that little hellcat have something to do with this?”
I glared at him. “For the last time, she is a lady. Do not call her a hellcat.”
He nodded, giving me a knowing smile. “So, she’s gotten to you, huh?” He waved a hand dismissively. “Why don’t you just f**k her and be done with it?”
I slammed my hand down, jumping to my feet. Then I leaned across the table, keeping my voice low. “There’s a whole can of worms here that I’m sure you don’t want to open.”
But Fletcher just stared at me, unmoved. Then he nodded toward my chair. “Sit down. Let’s talk this out like gentlemen.”
I stared at him for a long moment, then sat and took a long pull of my bourbon. “Who brought her in?”
He chuckled, swirling the bourbon around in
