Page 114 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“I have had this conversation with her a lot.”

“Which means it won’t be weird when you tell her again.”

I nodded in agreement and blew out a harsh breath as we pulled up to the pickup lane. I was actually feeling really light about the whole thing now. This was gonna be good.

And then I saw Piper leaning heavily on some guy’s arm, draped all over him like he was her fucking boyfriend.

“What the fuck,” I snapped, flinging open the door.

I was just grabbing my crutches when I heard Chase groan. “Here we go.”

She was fucking hugging him.What the hell was she thinking? This guy was a fucking stud and she was draped all over him. “Hey!” I snapped, hobbling over to her.

Her head rolled and then her eyes lit up. “Patrick!”

She wobbled out of the man’s arms, tripping over her own damn feet. I could only stand there and watch as she went down, but fucking Prince Charming snagged her around the waist at the last second and kept her from face-planting.

“Easy there, tiger,” he chuckled, getting her upright.

My eyes burned holes in this fucker’s hands as they clutched her waist and kept her steady. Who the fuck did he think he was to put his hands on my woman like that?

“Cool down,” Chase hissed.

I hadn’t even noticed him exit the car, but clearly, he was here as backup. “He’s got his fucking hands on her,” I gritted out.

“Yep, but at least you know she’s not gonna get the wrong idea this week.” He brushed past me and grinned at Piper. “Hey! Look at you! Not covered in mud!”

He wrapped his arms around her, and that was the second time in two minutes that I saw red. What the fuck was it with all these guys touching her? And why was she allowing it? She wasn’t supposed to be touching any of them.

“Chase!” Her face lit up as she flung herself into his arms.

He hugged her back, glancing over his shoulder at me, winking like the prick he was. “A little wobbly, aren’t you?”

She put her finger and thumb together, squinting her eyes adorably. “Tad bit drunk.” She spun and pressed both hands to the man, grinning up at him. “But thankfully, my savior saw to it that I made it here in one piece!”

“Savior,” I muttered. “I’m her fucking savior. She jumped out of a plane with me.”

The man looked at me muttering to myself and leaned in closer. “What’s that?”

“I’m Patrick,” I smiled viciously. “Her real savior.”

“Ah, the man she jumped out of a plane with,” he chuckled, thrusting his hand at me. “I heard all about that.” His eyes darted to my leg. “And how she jumped in front of a bear to save your ass.”

My jaw worked hard at the implication that I couldn’t take care of her. Yes, she had saved my ass, as he said, but she wouldn’t have survived out there without me. But I shook his damn hand anyway.

“And you are?”

His eyes snaked over me like a rabid dog before answering. “Devon.”

I already hated the prick. What kind of name was Devon? “Thanks for keeping her company on the flight.”

“Well, you know, someone had to sit with her and keep her from freaking out.”

His blue eyes shone with dangerous humor that made me want to pull my gun and shoot him. “Yeah, thanks for that. You know, keeping her company on her way to me. She’s precious cargo.”

“I can see that.” Again, his eyes flicked to my leg. “How did that happen again?”

“Bear attack. We were in the woods and the bear was going for her. I jumped in front of the bear to give her time to get to a tree.”

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