Page 61 of Legacy

“About aformeremployee? Are you sure that’s all you are to him?”

The way he hangs on the past tense of the situation is all the confirmation that he’s not going to just let this go.

“We hung out once outside of work…” I drop my gaze. “That’s all.”

Jesse hums, and I wonder what he thinks of that. If he knew the extremes in which Lincoln has been trying to get to me, I doubt he’d be as calm.

After a long pause, his blue gaze drifts to my phone, and he picks it back up, finding it locked.

“What are you doing?”

He hands it to me. “Send me his contact information.”

“Why?”

“He’s harassing you.”

“He’s not—” I shake my head. “We were friends.”

“Why aren’t you answering his call then, Reagan?” He cuts me off. “Why can’t you look me in the eye when you answer any of my questions?”

I hate how easily he reads me.

“It’s fine. I’ve got it under—”

“Send me his information.” Jesse’s jaw ticks.

“I don’t need you to protect me.” I snatch my phone from his hand, holding it at my side and refusing to do what he’s asking. “I got along fine before you.”

“I’m sure you did, sweetheart.” A dark smirk climbs the corner of his mouth as he steps closer, and I clutch the towel tighter to my chest. “But now you’remy employee, not his. And clearly, he needs to be reminded of that.”

“Your employee?” It hurts to repeat it.

It shatters whatever spell I’ve been under all morning. Thinking last night changed something.

“Well then…” I step closer, jutting my chin up at him as every cell in my body is on edge. “As youremployee, you’re not entitled to mypersonalbusiness.”

Spinning on my heels, I start to storm away.

“Reagan.”

“What?” I ask, not turning around or stopping, even if I’ve slowed my pace.

“We’re not done with this conversation.”

“Says you.” I glare at him over my shoulder and see he still hasn’t moved from the counter.

His body is tense, and his jaw is clenched. Which is when I realize there’s more in his eyes than irritation or protectiveness. He’s jealous. And like Jesse always does when I push his buttons or get too close, he’s shutting me out for self-preservation.

“I have ways of getting this information whether you want me to or not, you know.” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“Is that a threat?”

“He’s harassing you, Reagan.”

“He’s making sure I’m okay. And it’s none of your business.”

“Everything about you is my business.”

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