This guy looked like an A-list actor in a goddamn action movie.
How the fuck had Brandon not said something about this? It was all I could do to keep my expression flat.
“She’s in the house. Is she expecting you?” I crossed my arms over my chest, not making any move to take him inside.
He looked toward the door that led into the laundry room. “No,” he said, his voice lowering. “She is not.”
He seemed to notice my rigid posture, and he sized me up. “You were in the Marines.” He eyed the Marine Corps tattoo on my bare chest.
“Infantry,” I said.
“Gunny sergeant.”
He outranked me. But then I wasn’t a career military man like he was.
But he outranked me with Kristen too.
He seemed to be aware of this. Something in his eyes made me feel like I was the help. The lowly security guard giving him shit about his badge at a building he had full security clearance in.
His green-eyed stare was cool. “I want to thank you for staying with my girlfriend while the police worked out who was coming into the yard. It made her feel safe to have you there.”
Possessiveness gripped me. “Ex-girlfriend. She’s your ex-girlfriend.”
His jaw flexed.
I didn’t like this fucker. I didn’t like that he was the reason why Kristen wasn’t open to dating me. I didn’t like that she obviously cared for him more than she cared for me. I didn’t like that he was better than me, and I didn’t like that he’d hurt her. I glared at him.
He glared back.
“Nice to meet you,” he said stiffly, and he started for the door.
I put a hand to his chest. “I’ll take you in.”
He looked down at my hand, and I watched him bristle.
Make a move, asshole. I fucking dare you. Give me a reason.
His eyes came back up slowly, and I saw my own hatred reflected in his stare.
He knew. He knew I’d had her.
And he was the one who’d probably get her.
But in that moment we had an understanding. This was my house. At least right now it was. And if he wanted to go in, it would be me who took him.
I made him stand there for a tense couple of seconds before I turned for the door.
TWENTY-TWO
Kristen
The garage door opened, and I called out before Josh came around the corner. “Hey, do you want to try that Thai place in a minute? We could walk. They’ve got that tea you like.”
I sat on the floor sorting my shipment of new plaid dog harnesses. The sizing seemed off. The extra smalls looked like smalls, and the smalls looked like mediums. I was pondering this as I looked up just as Josh walked in with Tyler directly behind him.
My breathing stopped.
Stuntman lost his ever-loving shit. He dove off the sofa and went right for Tyler’s ankles. In one fluid movement, Josh scooped him up before he attacked.
My dog yapped and snarled, and Josh stood there for a moment before he finished depositing Tyler the way he dropped off a box when I was on the phone: He made eye contact with me, set him by the door, and left.
“What are you doing here?” I breathed.
Goddamn. He looked good.
I mean, he usually looked good. But that thing that always happened when he’d come back from leave, that moment of instant, primal attraction that smacked me in the face and reminded me what had drawn me to him in the first place—that thing happened.
He wore a long-sleeve striped button-down shirt rolled up at the elbows, with pressed black pants and a tan belt and shoes. His brown hair was thick and combed, and he had a five-o’clock shadow. He wore the silver watch I got him last Christmas.
“You won’t answer my calls,” he said, slipping his hands into his pockets.
He looked wounded. Slightly slumped. I’d never seen him anything but confident and smiling.
“Why would I?” I got up and crossed my arms. “We’re over, so…”
Sadness flickered across his face.
For the first time since we’d broken up, it occurred to me that this had been hard on him.
I just thought his career was more important, and he was relieved he wasn’t going back to civilian life. From his apologetic “I reenlisted without talking to you” message, I got the impression that while the breakup was an unfortunate by-product of his decision, he understood it was the choice he’d made and was at peace with it.