Chapter 50

When the back door began to swing shut behind him, Cage knocked it open so hard it crashed into the opposing wall, then slammed home with a teeth-rattling thud. “I’m talking to you, fucker.”

“I’m not obligated to listen.”

“For Brea’s sake, you should.”

That made him pause and glance back over his shoulder. “Why?”

“I don’t pretend to know everything that happened between you and that girl, but I can guess. The best thing you can do for her is to keep walking and let my brother handle things from here.”

As long as he was breathing, Brea would never be Mrs. Bryant. “Why the fuck would you think that?”

Cage gaped at him like he was an idiot, before he rolled his eyes into some smug-ass, superior glare. “Did you grow up in a small town?”

“Nope.” He was from San Diego, and with a million fucking horrible memories there, he hoped never to set foot in the city again.

“Then you don’t understand. That stunt you just pulled? The town will talk ab