“Why? You haven’t claimed her since that one night so—”
“Don’t push me,” I warn.
“Or what?” he taunts. “You’ll grow some balls to tap that again?”
“You’re an i***t,” I mutter.
“You’re both idiots,” Alex adds, putting the truck in park. “Tell John we’re here.”
“Don’t need to. He’s the one working Emily.” Jackson chokes out a cough. “I mean, helping Emily.”
I grit my teeth and shake my head, forcing my hands to stay down, so I don’t smack him again.
Following Jackson out of the truck, I walk straight for Emily and wrap my hands around her hips and pick her up off the stool. She yelps in surprise and then smacks my chest when she realizes it’s me.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hisses when I drop her to her feet. “You can’t just manhandle me!”
“Why are you still here?” I ask, ign
