Once the immediate danger had passed and he’d been driving for some time without spotting another tail, Sunny had dropped into silence again. And he still wasn’t any closer to fixing the divide between them.
Her phone lit up again with messages, and she ignored him to smile at the screen. Seb choked the steering wheel in his two hands and tried not to be a dick for three seconds.
“Who are you texting?”
“Your brother.” She said, not looking up from the phone.
Seb’s impatience returned with a vengeance, burning his stomach lining as he mashed his teeth together.
The urge to throw her phone from the moving truck was powerful, almost impossible to ignore.
He went another five minutes before he cast his gaze over Sunny again. She had one leg crossed over the other, her phone resting on her lap. Although too far to read, the illuminated screen displayed an active text thread, her typing evident.
He was close to his younger brother. Seb had been seven when Tanner came along, and he felt proud of being his protector.
There was nothing he wouldn’t do for Tanner.
He’d kill to defend him.
But he was dead set against one thing.
He wouldn’t stand by and let Tanner have Sunshine.
For a long time, he’d seriously questioned his sanity.
He sure had lost it when he realized he would toss Tanner over a high fucking bridge if he even tried to put the moves on Sunshine. The sense of possessiveness had risen in his chest like a battalion on a battlefield. Powerful and determined. Unable to deny his proprietary attitude where she was concerned.
Sunshine belonged to him.
Every innocent inch of her impish, hyperactive defiance was his.
There was a more significant battle to fight, but Seb would address that later.
Something immediate was more pressing, and he couldn’t stop himself. He glanced at her again and found her smiling. His scowl deepened, his thoughts racing out of control.
“Tell Tanner goodnight, Sunshine.” He issued, and she flipped her eyes his way.
“I don’t think so.” She answered flippantly, her thumbs working on the phone screen. When it was sent, he heard the text’s sound, and rage rose on his forehead.
Fuck it. Pulling over to the side of the road, she looked around, confused. He made a call when he pulled his phone out of his back pocket.
“You don’t have time to sit around texting girls, prospect. Get the fuck over to the garage and clean every inch. I’ll be checking it when I get back.” He hung up but caught Tanner calling him a fucking dickhead.
Smirking, he slipped his phone away, and without looking at her, he took the truck out of park and pulled back onto the road.
“You did not just call Tanner.” She said incredulously.
“Try listening to what I say next time,” he warned, feeling the rage leave his blood. He exhaled and motioned with his chin to the drink. “Open that can for me.”
“Open it yourself, you big bully.”
“Who have I bullied?” he half laughed.
“You’re bullying me! You just bullied Tanner!”
“He’s a prospect and does as he’s told. He shouldn’t be flirting with girls when he’s on duty.”
He heard her huff. “He wasn’t flirting, and he’s already on gate duty.”
