Page 206 of Heart of Frost and Scars

I support women. I do not pick fights with them, no matter how badly I want to grab a fistful of that black hair, throw her to the ground, and punch her face until she bleeds.

Nope, I’m not doing that.

“Want me to beat her up for you?” Rhett grins.

“Stop it. You already know what I’m dealing with at the hospital with two of those barbarians.”

“For the record, Paul was out of line and has been written up.”

“I wish you wouldn’t have done that. I’m trying to fit back into this life. The transition would be easier if I made friends instead of enemies.”

“Hospital rules, Frankie. He commented on your looks.”

As we continue our conversation about Leo and Kody and the shit they’ve stirred up in the trauma unit, my eyes bore holes in the back of Sirena’s head.

Her goddamn hands are never idle. She strokes Leo’s braids, touches Monty’s shoulder, and her lips…

Did she just brush her mouth against Leo’s ear?

A throb pounds behind my eyes.

He’s so accustomed to her constant touching that he doesn’t even push her away anymore. How far do they let her go when they’re traveling together? She’s been with them more than I have over the past month.

And I have a ban on sex.

She clearly does not.

“I hate to run, but I have an early surgery in the morning.” He glances at his watch before meeting my eyes. “Here’s some unsolicited advice. Go over there and claim your men openly and publicly in front of her and everyone.”

With that, he squeezes my shoulder and leaves.

Claim my men.

Right.

What do I have to lose?

I’ll just walk over there and kiss Monty on the lips in front of Leo and Kody.

Then I’ll kiss Leo and Kody in front of Monty.

Sure.

That will go over wonderfully.

Not only would it end in a bloody brawl and ruin Kody’s night, I would lose everything. All three of them. My entire world.

When Sirena finally steps away to use the restroom, I seize my chance.

With security guards on my heels, I follow her into the hall lined with single-user restrooms. Each door leads to a private commode. A gold standard for public bathrooms, especially at a bar. Kody went all out in his renovations.

I tell my bodyguards to wait outside as I reach the restroom she entered, catching the door before she can close it on me.

“Oh, hey, Frankie.” She tries to block me from entering, her flirtatious confidence gone. “What are you doing?”

I hip-check the door and slip in with her, shutting us inside the small room together.

“Stop flirting with my men.” I turn the lock and face her, stepping into her space. “Stay the fuck away from them.”

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