Hermosa pov

The clothes you asked me to drop back in your wardrobe. It belongs to her.

He gave a deep throaty laugh. "You think there's someone I would go to war for that's not you?"

I gave a slight nod.

"I promise there's no girl, Hermosa. Please wear the jacket."

I was really cold and my body had started getting goosebumps all over. Still, he hadn't finished answering my questions.

I folded my arms facing him. "Tell me who owns the old T-shirt." I was freaking jealous and ...