Chapter 6

“Hey, get your hands off him,” Dustin shouted from the doorway of the restaurant. He rushed forward and shoved Jordan away. “Asshole! Who do you think you are?”

Dustin put himself between Malcolm and Jordan, anger radiated off both men.

“This doesn’t concern you, Dustin.”

“The hell it doesn’t. Stay away, detective, or your bosses are going to hear about this.”

Malcolm eyed Jordan uneasily, seeing his temples throbbing. He grabbed Dustin’s arm. “It’s okay, Dustin. Jordan and I are done. Completely.”

Jordan stared at them, fuming. He ran a hand through his midnight dark hair. “Fine. Fine. You’ll come around and beg me to take you back.”

The man walked past them, throwing Dustin an evil look, but he re-entered the restaurant. Dustin relaxed and studied Malcolm. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Malcolm glanced back at the restaurant. “I’m not getting you in trouble, am I?”