“Cassidy, are you sure this is what you want? Don’t you see what he’s like?” **** asked, leaning around me to look at her and my body went rigid.
“What I’m like? What I’m like? I’m a guy that’s trying to keep his girl from the prick who’s trying to take her from him! I have every right to hate you right now, and swear to God if you weren’t wearing that damn badge I would beat the ever living shit out of you.”
“Gage Michael Car–” Mama had begun again.
“You do not,” I continued and turned my body so I was facing, and staring down at him, “do not kiss another man’s girl repeatedly, especially if you already know she’s taken. You do not beg her to leave her man and stay with you. You do not keep her pinned to a wall until she promises to come back to you if it doesn’t work out with her guy. And you. Do. Not. Fly halfway across the U.S. to talk to her after her man has already warned you to stay away. And while I’m mentioning that, you wanna share how you knew where to find her? If you’re stalking Cassidy, I promise you I’ll act like I never saw the badge.”