(Dane)
The ride back was quiet.
Cassidy's arms around my waist. The road back to the compound familiar enough that I didn't have to think about it. The beach getting smaller behind us with every mile.
I was still angry.
Not at Cassidy. Not at the beach or the water or the day. At Zander showing up a third time in a place he had no business being. At the fact that I'd been sitting on a towel watching my woman swim and minding my own business and somehow he'd found his way into the same stretch of ocean.
Three times.
That wasn't coincidence.
I knew it. Cassidy knew it. She'd said as much out there in the water.
The difference between us was that she wanted to handle it her way and I had a different way in mind. The parking lot version of that conversation had ended with him running.
