Who Won?
"I'm going," I said for the hundredth time, my arms crossed in front of me as I glared at Travis.
"No, you aren't," he replied, his stance copying my own, his eyebrow raised in challenge.
"Yes, I am," I snapped back, already done with this conversation long before we had gotten to this point. He was going to have to learn that while I loved his possessiveness and overprotectiveness, there was a time and a place.
And this was not it.
"Trouble," Travis sighed, relaxing his stance and rubbing his forehead as if he were trying to get rid of a headache. "I can't let you."
Closing my eyes, I took in a deep breath. The rest of the guys knew who I was, Caleb, more than the others, but they never treated me like I was breakable. They just shrugged when I went off and did my own thing, and Caleb made sure that I was still fed and looked after when I didn't look after myself.