My jaw clenched automatically. My fists did too.
I couldn’t care less how platonic it was. It didn’t even matter that he was well over twice her age and most likely sharing a funny story about his grandkids. I wasn’t in the mood to see her touching another man. Any other man. And besides…
I might have to kill him.
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