Jaxon eyed Marc as he paced the room. The man he'd gotten to know over the past week seemed different. Edgier. Angry. And Jaxon bet he could spell the reason: Thea.
His redheaded friend was jealous, and while Jaxon could sympathize-after all, Bailey never even claimed him until they were prisoners-he also knew it was a woman's choice. And women didn't like it when men got whiny or pissy about their affection.
"Wearing a hole in the carpet won't make you feel better," Jaxon announced.
"Who says I'm feeling bad?"
An arch of a brow was Jaxon's only reply.
A heavy sigh left Marc. "I don't know what the problem is. I thought I was fine with her taking her time. Getting to know me first before claiming me."
"But?"
"But how the hell is that supposed to happen if she's f*****g Darren and Tr
