Page 17 of Rangers Off Limits

The little vultures.

Gerald sighed.

"Can we talk?"

"No."

"Sadie—"

"No."

His jaw tightened.

For the first time, I saw something beneath the charm.

Something ugly.

Possessive.

Controlling.

I knew that look.

I'd seen it overseas.

Seen it in criminals.

Seen it in men who believed the world belonged to them.

And I didn't like seeing it directed at Sadie.

Not one damn bit.

Gerald took another step.

I took one too.

His eyes found mine.

Message received.

He stopped.

Good choice.

For a long moment, nobody spoke.

Then one of the ranch hands whispered loudly.

"Uh oh."

The other boy elbowed him.

"Shut up."

"I'm just saying."

Gerald looked annoyed.