Hailey’s POV
Ryan’s helicopter cut through the sky with that arrogant roar only he could make dramatic. Roy tightened his arm around me protectively, but I could feel the tension vibrating off him. Protectiveness… jealousy… possession. All tangled in one dangerously sexy package.
The helicopter settled on the ground, blowing wind and dust around us. Roy stepped in front of me like a shield, shoulders squared, jaw clenched.
Ryan strutted out, the wind pushing through his dark hair, shirt hugging his chest like he picked it on purpose to annoy Roy.
“Brother,” Ryan said, voice smooth, teasing. “Why are you acting like I don’t want to help our Hailey?”
Roy growled a warning deep in his chest. His muscles flexed and his stance widened—like he was ready to throw Ryan back into the helicopte
