With a growl of frustration, I slam the door shut again, the sound echoing through the night.
Chapter Six
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Blade
It’s been a week sinceHannah came to visit, and those damn cookies sat on my counter the whole time, taunting me as an uncomfortable reminder.This morning, I finally broke down, scrubbed the container clean, and decided to return it before I could talk myself out of it.
When I pull up to her place, there’s a silver rental car parked in her driveway.My hand hovers on the door handle, but before I can get out, her front door flies open.
Hannah storms out, her face flushed red with anger, her steps quick and determined.She points at the rental car, and not far behind, some pretty boy stumbles out of her house.From where I’m sitting, he looks as if he’s trying to calm her down, his hands up in some half-assed attempt to hug her.
Hannah shakes her head fiercely, her voice carrying even to where I’m parked.“Go!”
Before I even realize it, I’m out of the truck, vaulting over her fence.My boots hit the ground, and I’m at her side in three strides, towering over the guy before he’s even processed what’s happening.
His eyes narrow as he glances between us, his bravado slipping just a little.“Who the fuck are you?”
Hannah spins, stepping in front of me.“None of your fucking business!”Her tone is sharp enough to cut steel.
The pretty boy sneers, flicking his gaze back to her.“You can have her.She’s damaged goods anyway.”
A growl rumbles from deep in my chest, and I take a step forward, ready to teach him a lesson he won’t forget.But before I can, Hannah turns to me, rising on her toes to meet my eyes.
Her gaze is firm, steady, and filled with something I can’t quite place but respect immediately.“I’ve got this,” she says, her voice low and commanding.
I nod, my fists unclenching as I take a step back.There’s authority in her tone, a quiet strength that’s impossible to ignore.She’s tougher than she looks, and for a moment, I’m impressed as hell.
Hannah spares me the briefest of smiles before squaring her shoulders and turning back to the guy.She takes a deep breath, her voice calm but laced with steel.“Just leave, Travis.”
The guy, Travis, scoffs, his jaw tightening.“We’re not done.”
She shakes her head, her voice resolute.“We so are.”
For a second, he looks like he might argue, but then his shoulders slump.With a muttered curse, he shoves past us and gets into the rental car, slamming the door so hard it rattles.The engine roars to life, and he speeds off without a backward glance.
