Chapter 92 TIRED.

KATRINA’S P O V

‘‘Let go of me…’’ I said through gritted teeth when Cohen’s hold on me tightened as I tried to remove his hands from my waist. I didn’t want Travis to misunderstand what he was seeing.

‘‘No…’’ Cohen’s voice was firm, and Travis’ eyes narrowed into splits, his eyes darted at Cohen’s hands that were still holding me. ‘‘Just stay put, Katrina…’’

Travis cleared his throat while he crossed his arms over his chest, lifting his chin up as he glared at Cohen, his eyes avoiding mine. ‘‘You know what? I’m really jealous of you, Dawson…’’ I was surprised to hear that his voice was as cold as ice.

And he was jealous? I had no idea that he was that vocal about expressing his feelings.

I felt Cohen flinch, eventually removing his left hand, but hooked his right one around my waist as if he was proud to show Travis that I was his. ‘‘You should be, Parker…’’ he scoffed, matching the murderous gaze Travis was sending him. ''I have the most beautiful woman with me...''