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man jogged down the trail looking just as pissed as the brunette he followed. “Wait up.”
Tiffany, who must have slowed down to avoid breaking an ankle, didn’t even look back as she gave her pursuer the finger.
“I said to fucking wait.”
Next to him, Darby went still, clearly not liking the guy’s attitude any more than Bryce did.
Dressed in expensive clothes that didn’t look any more suited for a hike than Tiffany’s heels, the guy caught the brunette by the arm and swung her around with enough force to make her stumble.
“Let go,” Tiffany snapped.
Ignorant of his audience, he grabbed both of her arms, squeezing enough to make her wince. “I told you to wait for me.”
“And I told you that I don’t want some stupid boat named the Sea Witch for an engagement present. Did you even stop and think about what people would think when they see me on a boat named that?”
“It’s just a name. We’ll change it.”
She tried jerking her arms free. “But I’ll still know.”
“Now is not the time to talk about this.” Tiffany might be oblivious to his and Darby’s presence, but her fiancé had finally noticed them.
The same way Bryce noticed that buddy still had a grapple hold on her arm.
“It’s never the time,” Tiffany whined. “You’re no fun anymore. All you do is work and cater to your father.” She winced. “You’re hurting me.”
Unable to watch the guy manhandle her any longer, Bryce stepped forward. “Is there a problem?”
The guy glared at Bryce. “There will be if you don’t mind your own business.”
“Patrick.” Another voice called out, this one coming from a man who both resembled and dressed similarly to the asshole turning Tiffany’s arm red from his grip.
He nodded politely to Bryce and Darby. “Sorry to disturb you.”
“Don’t apologize,” Patrick snapped. “It’s her damn fault. If anyone is going to apologize, it’s her.” He nodded to Tiffany, who had grown quiet at the appearance of the newcomer, who Bryce guessed was Patrick’s father.
Ignoring his son, the man forced a smile. “Lovers’ quarrel.”
As far as Bryce was concerned, there wasn’t anything particularly loving about the scene unfolding in front of them.
“Can we go now?” Tiffany asked, shooting Patrick’s father a nervous look. She’d edged back enough to position Patrick between them.
Patrick twisted her around to face them. “First you’ll apologize for making a scene—”
“It’s not necessary, Tiffany.”
Darby’s tough-as-nails tone proved why she was the one who dealt with the badge-carrying guys who pulled jurisdiction whenever Calder Investigations landed themselves in an ongoing investigation—which was more often than not, it seemed to Bryce. But she had a talent for knowing when she needed to cater to bruised egos and when she needed to be as stone-cold intimidating as her brothers.
Patrick’s face reddened. “Yes, it is.”
Tiffany winced and ducked her head. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Patrick glared at Darby, then eased his grip on Tiffany and turned her back down the trail. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He hadn’t taken three steps when a thick branch from an overhanging tree spontaneously caught in the breeze and snapped across his cheek.
“Fuck.” Releasing Tiffany, he slapped the branch away from his face.
Next to Bryce, Darby narrowed her eyes. Her amulet brightened and this time he heard her whisper, “Occido.”
Patrick looked back at that exact moment, his brows dark, angry slashes that relaxed into an expression of confusion when his gaze fell to Darby’s neck.
Then his legs tangled up in themselves, and he went down hard, too taken by surprise to get his hands up in enough time to stop his face from scraping the ground. Stunned for a moment, he scrambled up, swiping at his bleeding lip.
Tiffany’s lips pursed in what might have been a smirk, then she continued her trek back down the trail. Patrick’s gaze shot
Tiffany, who must have slowed down to avoid breaking an ankle, didn’t even look back as she gave her pursuer the finger.
“I said to fucking wait.”
Next to him, Darby went still, clearly not liking the guy’s attitude any more than Bryce did.
Dressed in expensive clothes that didn’t look any more suited for a hike than Tiffany’s heels, the guy caught the brunette by the arm and swung her around with enough force to make her stumble.
“Let go,” Tiffany snapped.
Ignorant of his audience, he grabbed both of her arms, squeezing enough to make her wince. “I told you to wait for me.”
“And I told you that I don’t want some stupid boat named the Sea Witch for an engagement present. Did you even stop and think about what people would think when they see me on a boat named that?”
“It’s just a name. We’ll change it.”
She tried jerking her arms free. “But I’ll still know.”
“Now is not the time to talk about this.” Tiffany might be oblivious to his and Darby’s presence, but her fiancé had finally noticed them.
The same way Bryce noticed that buddy still had a grapple hold on her arm.
“It’s never the time,” Tiffany whined. “You’re no fun anymore. All you do is work and cater to your father.” She winced. “You’re hurting me.”
Unable to watch the guy manhandle her any longer, Bryce stepped forward. “Is there a problem?”
The guy glared at Bryce. “There will be if you don’t mind your own business.”
“Patrick.” Another voice called out, this one coming from a man who both resembled and dressed similarly to the asshole turning Tiffany’s arm red from his grip.
He nodded politely to Bryce and Darby. “Sorry to disturb you.”
“Don’t apologize,” Patrick snapped. “It’s her damn fault. If anyone is going to apologize, it’s her.” He nodded to Tiffany, who had grown quiet at the appearance of the newcomer, who Bryce guessed was Patrick’s father.
Ignoring his son, the man forced a smile. “Lovers’ quarrel.”
As far as Bryce was concerned, there wasn’t anything particularly loving about the scene unfolding in front of them.
“Can we go now?” Tiffany asked, shooting Patrick’s father a nervous look. She’d edged back enough to position Patrick between them.
Patrick twisted her around to face them. “First you’ll apologize for making a scene—”
“It’s not necessary, Tiffany.”
Darby’s tough-as-nails tone proved why she was the one who dealt with the badge-carrying guys who pulled jurisdiction whenever Calder Investigations landed themselves in an ongoing investigation—which was more often than not, it seemed to Bryce. But she had a talent for knowing when she needed to cater to bruised egos and when she needed to be as stone-cold intimidating as her brothers.
Patrick’s face reddened. “Yes, it is.”
Tiffany winced and ducked her head. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Patrick glared at Darby, then eased his grip on Tiffany and turned her back down the trail. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
He hadn’t taken three steps when a thick branch from an overhanging tree spontaneously caught in the breeze and snapped across his cheek.
“Fuck.” Releasing Tiffany, he slapped the branch away from his face.
Next to Bryce, Darby narrowed her eyes. Her amulet brightened and this time he heard her whisper, “Occido.”
Patrick looked back at that exact moment, his brows dark, angry slashes that relaxed into an expression of confusion when his gaze fell to Darby’s neck.
Then his legs tangled up in themselves, and he went down hard, too taken by surprise to get his hands up in enough time to stop his face from scraping the ground. Stunned for a moment, he scrambled up, swiping at his bleeding lip.
Tiffany’s lips pursed in what might have been a smirk, then she continued her trek back down the trail. Patrick’s gaze shot
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