“What…no…no, what are you doing, Tyler?” I asked, my eyes flared in shock as I watched him.

He sighed, his hands around the steering wheel tightening as he clenched his jaws.

“I’m trying to help you, Leah.

I cannot send you home like this.

Ethan, would not care if you were on the verge of death.

He tried to—“

“Ethan is my husband, Tyler.

And you’ll address him properly,” I growled jerking up with the seat belt still wrapped around me.

His jaw locked hard, yet he ...