At the diner, Slaton held the chair out for Brenna as he cast a smug look at Eaton. Slaton's every act was a message directed straight at Eaton. He was letting everyone, especially Eaton, know that she was his. Brenna, not pleased about being used in this macho game between them, knew that lunch was going to be awkward.
Eaton glared when he saw the possessiveness of Slaton and Brenna’s acquiescence to him. Nothing missed his eye as he watched them. No matter what, Slaton seemed to be getting more of her acceptance. If he could only get Brenna alone and spend some time with her, he would have a chance.