74

THORNE

I hated Brooks. He was like a pimple that popped up at the most inconvenient time. Fane and I had been having a good time before he’d rudely interrupted us. Our thank-you drink was becoming a celebratory one. It was great she’d worked out a deal with May and was buying May’s Flowers. It was a beautiful thing when someone knew what they wanted to do with their life and made it happen.

And then here was this douchebag tripping her up.

Fane was moving forward, but he kept pulling her back.

“Can we go?” she asked, looking directly at me. There was fear in her eyes. Clearly, she’d seen this side of him before.

“Yeah, sure,” I said without hesitation. Bars weren’t really my scene, anyway.

I tossed a twenty on the bar to pay for our drinks, even though she said she would buy, and gave Joe a nod before lacing my fingers through Fane’s and steering us toward the exit.

“Holy shit!” Brooks shouted from behind us, causing my wolf to go on high alert. He’d picked up on Brooks’ anger escala