If I hadn’t had some scruples and personal rules when it came to women, I would’ve used her to make Quincy jealous. But I couldn’t hurt Holly that way because she definitely wasn’t the fling type. And I wasn’t an asshole. In fact, I’d lay out any guy who did that.
I watched as Quincy emerged from the ladies’ room and headed toward Lee at the bar.
Fuck, no.
I sat the pool cue on the nearest empty table and strode forward, willing my brain to come up with something–anything–I could do or say to get her away from him.
It crystallized halfway across the floor, and my swagger shifted into a more purposeful walk.
“Quincy.” I took her elbow with a firm but gentle touch. My tone was clipped and serious. “Ford needs to re-brief us on the mission tomorrow. Something changed.”
She searched my f
