Chapter38: 38

He’s barely gotten the words out of his mouth before Hanks’s fist is slamming into his jaw and knocking him on his ass. Sam eyes go wide with shock and pain and then quickly turn to fear when he sees the look on Hank’s face. “Get the fuck off my property, Sam, and don’t ever come back. I’m switching vets as of right now, and if I see you so much as glance at Jamie again, a sore jaw will be the least of your worries.” Sam scurries up, his jaw already starting to swell and bruise and quickly makes his way to his truck. He leaves in a cloud of dust. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper. When Hank turns to me, his body is still tense with anger, but there’s a raw hunger in his eyes that has me instinctively taking a step back. He notices and gives me a wicked grin, taking a step toward me until I’m pressed against the barn wall and his hard, sweaty body is less than an inch away. He braces one forearm beside my head and brings his other hand up to cup the back of my neck in a tight, possessive grip.