“No! I will not go inside.” I marched back over to him. “What’s the matter with you?”
Hunter grabbed my arm and wrenched me against his side. “Do as I say… and get inside… NOW!”
Graham jumped up and ripped Hunter’s hands off of me. “Don’t you fucking touch her like that.”
Hunter shoved Graham again.
Jesus Christ!
“Guys, stop!” I could see it in Graham’s eyes. It was the same look as when he met Jamie. When he knocked him out with a single swing. That look of possession, of rage, at the thought of someone else manhandling his belongings.
Yep. I’d barely finished blinking, and before I knew it Graham swung and his fist connected with Hunter’s cheek.
Hunter stumbled back and held his face, then shoved past me—ego bruised—and stormed into the house.
“Graham… I?—”
“It’s nothing. I’ll get these up and I’ll be gone.” He scooped the lights up from the snow, glancing at his bleeding knuckles, and went back up the ladder.
“You know, you two are going to have to get along.” I stared up at his back, waiting for something that didn’t come.
His shoulders stiffened, hands never stopping on the lights. “Tell that to him.”
“Bothof you are acting like children.”
“Text me when he’s gone.”
“He just wants you to know I’m his.”
Graham climbed down a few rungs and stopped, close enough that I had to look up to meet his eyes. The silence sat between us for a beat. “Are you? Cause I sure as hell haven’t let go yet.”
“Graham—”
“Go fix your boyfriend,” he huffed, clearly done with the conversation.
God, he pissed me off.
They both did.
Fuck!
I pissed myself off.
Ugh! Deep breaths, Maggie, deep breaths.
I stormed inside and found Hunter leaning against the butcher block holding a bag of frozen peas to his cheek.
“After tonight you will not see him again.” Hunter’s tone was sharp, threatening.
“What’s happening tonight?” I asked, removing my coat and setting it on the butcher block.
“He’s coming to the bedroom again.” Hunter seethed. “He’s going to know officially who you belong to.”
“Graham is the one who saved me from Portia. She was going to kill me. So, I have?—”
“Aye, but ye willnotsee him again… unless I’m here.”
I placed a hand on his other cheek and turned his face to me. “Hunter, you have nothing to worry about.” I softly kissed his pouty lips. “I’m with you. Only you.” The words came out smooth. I wasn’t sure I believed them.
