HENRY POV
The moment Maria stormed past us and into the house, avoiding even the possibility of riding back with Daxton and me, something in my chest tightened. The way she carried herself, that stubborn tilt of her chin and the determined set of her shoulders—God, it was frustrating as hell, but damn if it wasn’t a turn-on too. That fire in her, the way she wouldn’t just bow down and do what she was told, even when she had no idea what she was getting herself into… it drove me crazy. But then, that was Maria, wasn’t it? Always pushing back, always challenging us.
And it’s not like I could blame her. Not really. I mean, Daxton and I hadn’t exactly been subtle about our... concerns. Especially when it came to her and other guys. We knew what the world was like—what *guys* were like—and th
