I made room for Lachlan on my side. His eyes landed on my grilled cheese a moment before Camille’s presence at the end of our table captured his attention. 

Camille flirted non-stop with the cops she waited on. A lot of the men in the precinct unflatteringly referred to her as a cop cougar, since she primarily flirted with the younger officers. But I never witnessed her smile as brightly as she did when she approached Lachlan. I half expected her to take a seat on his lap. Her actions annoyed me, but my reaction annoyed me more.  

I never considered myself a jealous person, even when my ex-fiancé gave me ample cause to be. It never bothered me, because I was the one he came home with. Until I wasn’t. 

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