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“I’ll be watching Sin from now on,” Jett snarled.
“You’ll be doing shit,” Reid retorted, poking at Jett with a finger.
“Gonna block me?” Jett sneered.
Reid met his sneer with one of his own.
“Oh yeah, bud, I’m going to stop you, and you’re not getting near Sin ever again.” Reid squared up to Jett.
“Hey, assholes, I’m not a bone,” I whispered. Both men looked at me. “Look at you, testosterone, preening, and bulging muscles. You, Reid, are my brother, the one guy who’ll never judge and always be there. Yet you stand here snarling like a rabid dog at the man who effected vengeance for me against Rouse.”
Jett relaxed minutely and sent Reid a triumphant grin. Reid curled his lip.
“Jett, you let me down twice, so you don’t tell me what to do. Reid had the bigger claim to exact vengeance. Jett, you insulted and hurt me and then believe you have the right to go punch someone. You’re wrong,” I informed Jett, and his expression looked crestfallen. Then I saw that look, one I was learning to recognise but wasn’t sure what it meant, crossing Jett’s face.
“Claiming you, Sin, so whatever you think of me, get over it. Not going anywhere,” Jett said stubbornly, his arms crossing back over his chest as he stared.
“Jett, I’m not an item to be claimed.”
Jett grinned. Damn him, my traitorous heart fluttered.
“Sin, you’re mine,” Jett refuted my words.
“I belong to me.”
“We’ll see.” Jett kept grinning.
“I’m hungry.” Plaintively, I turned to Reid and ignored the annoying, grinning man.
“Okay, Sin, I’ll pop out, get Chinese,” Reid said and looked at Jett.
“Not leaving,” Jett refused to budge.
“Please, Jett, I’m tired, and I don’t need to watch you and Reid glare at each other all night. It will make a hostile atmosphere, and I want to relax,” I asked sweetly.
Jett’s eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head towards me.
“Give you tonight, Sin, but we gonna talk, babe,” Jett replied. He spun on his heel and strolled off.
After an hour of Reid fussing over me, I was ready to kill him. Reid’s guilt shone through, even though he had nothing to feel guilty over. He refused to leave me alone after Jett left and ordered food to be delivered. Reid fluffed cushions, lifted my feet onto a footstool, and placed my kindle and the tv control near where I could reach. He’d moved a small coffee table next to the sofa and put everything on it.
Reid ran himself ragged, not wanting to sit and talk. The food was delivered, he served it up, and we ate in uncomfortable silence. Reid kept glancing at me and wincing every so often, and I banged my fork down and frowned.
“Stop it, Reid,” I whispered.
“What?”
“The guilt trip. I don’t think you sent Mr Rouse after me. Neither of us could have realised what Mr Rouse’s obsession would lead to; if we had, we’d have taken precautions. It wasn’t your fault you went to England, and you’re not to blame for Jett being a prick. Nor the fact we had an argument, so please, for my sake, stop the self-flagellation.”
Reid sighed and placed his chopsticks down with a clatter.
“What happened with Jett? He was meant to watch your back.”
“Jett made a snap decision and was a total prick. I told Jett to stay away, and he did. I don’t need judgemental people in my sphere, and Jett can take a hike. Jett misjudged me, and I didn’t like it. Now he believes he’s in with a chance, but I’m not so sure.”
“Jett doesn’t think so,” Reid parried back.
“I really don’t care what Jett thinks. Jett did me wrong, and we’re both aware I can hold a grudge, so I’m holding one. Now get over yourself. Honestly, I don’t require your guilt, Reid; I need you. Jett’s the guy who has to prove himself.”
