*Dylan*

I had no idea what I was doing outside with her. I had no business being out here with her when my fiancée was inside, likely watching this exchange.

“I don’t want to talk to you, Dylan.” Dove turned away from me and looked out to the road. “Your wife-to-be will not be happy to see you talking to me. And I would hate to put her head in the mud again.”

I looked down at her hand and saw that she was bleeding.

“You’re ...