Chapter 64
Flynn
I'd just rounded the corner, and I wasn't happy with what I'd overheard on the way. I was even less happy to see Anna flinch at the sound of my voice.
She didn't turn to look.Smart move.Turning your back on an enemy was never a good idea. And regardless of their friendly history, Mackenziewasan enemy.
I strode forward to drape an arm over Anna's shoulders. When she shivered against me, I pulled her close and eyed the skank who'd been giving Anna such a hard time.
I didn’t bother with a smile. "What do you want?"
She blinked. "Oh, hi. I was wondering where you were." With a flustered smile, she said, "So, how's it going?"
I didn't smile back. "What's your name again?"
Her smile faded. "Mackenzie. You remember. From the steak house?"
Like I'd forget.By local standards, that dinner was a freak-show that would stick with me for a while. "I remember. And you wanna know why?"
"Why?"
"Because your fiancé offered me a turn."
She snuck a quick glance at Anna before asking in a show of innocence. "A turn? What do you mean?"
She knew damn well what I meant. But hey, if she wanted me to say it… "I mean, he offered to let me fuck you."
It wasn't the kind of thing I'd normally say. But hell if I'd waste any politeness on someone who'd been giving Anna grief.
Against my side, Anna tensed like this was news to her. Or maybe she didn’t like my language. Either way, I'd deal with the fallout later.
Right now, I had a message for the chick who'd once been Anna's friend. And that message was"Fuck off and leave Anna alone."
I could say it outright, or I could let Mackenzie figure it out for herself.If I was lucky, she already had.
After a long pause, she sidled forward and said in a husky voice, "Oh, really? What did you tell him?"
I stared down at her.Fuck.
Talk about messed up.
As far as her question, I couldn’t remember my exact words, but I knew the gist of what I'd told the guy. I gave her a dismissive look. "I said Idon'tshare."
Mackenzie glanced at Anna before asking, "Do you mean when you're seeing someone or—"
"Or nothing." I flicked my head toward the opposite side of the street. "So take what you're selling someplace else."
Her eyebrows furrowed. "I'm not 'selling' anything."
She was wrong. She was selling it all right. Maybe not to me. But to that banker of hers, who'd be smart to shop around before putting any kind of ring on it.
Too late for that.
Then again, they weren't married yet.
I replied, "If you say so."
Mackenzie gave a practiced toss of her hair. "You know, I don't appreciate this."
