Contracted Girlfriend To My Hockey Mate
My blood boils, and I jerk my arm free.
“What did you do to her, you bastard?” Lucas snaps, closing the distance between him and Ethan in two steps. His broad shoulders block out most of my view of Ethan, but I can see his smirk falter. “Why were your filthy hands on my girlfriend?”
Girlfriend? Again?!
Ethan holds up his hands like this is all some big misunderstanding. “Relax, man. Like I said, we were just talking.”
But Lucas doesn’t back off. He squares his jaw, towering over Ethan like he’s ready to throw him overboard. Honestly, I wouldn’t stop him.