“Isn’t that your . . . uh, son’s uncle?” Cam asked.
I swung my gaze over to where he was looking and immediately wished I hadn’t. Seeing Dewayne pressing some girl up against his truck while attacking her face was not what I wanted to see. I was sure she was gorgeous. Surprisingly enough, she had red hair. That’s all I could see of her. Maybe my hair needed to be a lighter red for Dewayne. She also looked tan. I didn’t have time to get tanned. I should make time. I could play outside with Micah and get a tan.
Wait . . . How did Cam know who Dewayne was?
I tore my gaze off Dewayne and the lucky female to look at Cam. “How do you know Dewayne?” I asked. Had he researched me? If he had, I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It seemed creepy.
Cam pressed his lips together as if he was thinking hard about something. Crap. I needed to get away from this man. He could have stalked me! “Dewayne paid me a visit at work today. He wanted to check me out before you went out with me.”
I didn’t have any words. None at all. Cam was telling the truth. I didn’t have to ask Dewayne to know that Cam was telling the truth. It was something Dewayne would do. He didn’t trust me to keep Micah safe, so he was doing that for me. I understood that to an extent, but he had crossed the line. I wasn’t going to let him walk into my private life and stick his nose where it didn’t belong. Maybe I should find out who that woman was who currently had his tongue down her throat. If he was going to be around Micah, I deserved to know if she was suitable.
“Stop the car,” I ordered, and Cam didn’t argue. He put the car in park, and I jumped out without an explanation and marched over to Dewayne’s back, letting my anger burn brighter with each step. I hadn’t thought this through, but in the moment I was so mad I didn’t care.
I slapped him hard on the back without thinking that he could knock me across the parking lot with one swing. Luckily, I’d had the forethought to take a step back as Dewayne spun around and reached out to grab my arm. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was pissed. His grip on my arm made my knees buckle because it seriously felt like he was about to snap my arm in two. But I fought back a cry of pain and tried to keep the angry glare on my face.
The moment his eyes focused on me, he dropped my arm like it was on fire. “Fuck! Sienna, what the hell are you doing?”
I would not cradle my abused arm in front of him and the bimbo behind him. Yes, I called her a bimbo, because now that I could see her, she looked like one. Seriously way too much makeup, and her br**sts were bare.
“You,” I said, pointing at Dewayne with the hand that was attached to my good arm. “You went to Cam’s office today! How dare you question my decisions? When you’re out here with”—I glanced at the female who had thankfully pulled her shirt up over her chest—“her.”
The girl frowned at me. “Who is this?” she asked in a pouty voice, and I realized her lips were pumped full. Ugh.
“I was protecting you. Someone needs to. You agreed to a date with a stranger at the grocery store, Sienna. I was making sure he wasn’t a psycho.”
“You had no right! I’m not bringing him around Micah. Not until I know him. So that means he is none of your business.”
Dewayne raised his eyebrows and took a step toward me. His expression darkened. “Yeah, it is. I want Micah’s momma safe.”
Well, crap. I would not melt because he was being a protective, possessive bear. Just because I hadn’t known what it felt like didn’t mean I had to like it. Dang it.
“What about her? You’re in Micah’s life. Is she safe?” I asked.
Dewayne didn’t even glance back at her or explain. He had been about to screw her right here in front of everyone, but now he was ignoring her. “I don’t even know her name, Sienna. This is just fun, baby. I’ll never see her again.”
“Excuse me,” the girl said, now more than annoyed.
My heart had decided to do a little flippy thing from him calling me baby. Which was ridiculous. He thought I was average, and now I knew why. I didn’t wear enough makeup or show enough skin for him.
“It’s what I do, Sienna. I don’t do relationships or dates. You were going on a date with the guy. I had to make sure that he was a good man.”
Okay. I didn’t understand this world at all. Dewayne was still a man whore, apparently. I had never seen him in a relationship with a female. Which was a shame because the territorial thing he did and the way he called me baby was pretty amazing. Even in his barbarian way he made me felt special. He was good at that.
Cam cleared his throat behind me, and I realized I had forgotten him in the car. I turned back to him and gave him an apologetic smile. “Cam, you know Dewayne,” I said, then glanced back at Dewayne. “So, did he pass inspection?”
Dewayne didn’t move his eyes off me. He held my gaze for a moment too long. The female with him said something, but I was completely lost in his eyes. I had always loved his eyes. “Yeah, Little Red, he’s safe.”
He hadn’t called me Little Red in so long I had forgotten about the nickname. But that wasn’t what struck me the most. It was the way he said “safe.” As if he’d been let down by me. Hadn’t he wanted me with someone safe?
“Take care of her,” he said to Cam, then turned around and took the girl’s arm, and they walked back to the club.
Cam touched my sore arm, and I jerked. Crap, I had forgotten about that. It was still throbbing. “It’s dark out here, but this looks like it’s gonna be a helluva bruise. Let’s get you home and get some ice on it. Unless you can’t move it and you need me to take you to the hospital.”
I made myself move it, and I could easily enough. I just winced and teared up.
“I’m good. I just need some ice,” I assured him.
We didn’t talk much on the way back to my house, and I figured this would be the end of Cam. Not that I could blame him.