The temperature in the cab of the truck was downright frigid as Remy drove to Tyler’s house to drop off Addie first. Tatum refused to meet his gaze and that flat out pissed him off. If she was going to give herself to another man and then have the balls to sit in front of him like this, she should at least have the decency to meet his eyes when he looked at her.
“Am I going to have to explain to Tyler why I’m dropping you off at one in the fucking morning?” Remy glanced in the review mirror of the truck, looking back to where Addie sat in the extended cab.
“No,” she shook her head, looking about as tired and unhappy as he felt. “He’s at the clubhouse. He and Mom had planned to stay and they took Caelin with them.”
Well, thank God for small favors, because the one person besides Liam he didn’t want to face off with tonight, was Tyler.