Of course, he couldn't have a simple snog with his girl. He sighed, dropping his forehead to his shoulder, lifting to kiss her neck because it smelled good. "I try to keep it at a few words whenever possible."
He didn't regret it. That fucker was playing with fire. What would keep that rebel from turning on him? From dragging down Silas? If they got in a spat it was Silas that could get mixed up in it. Ang was old enough to take that risk. Silas was a kid and Tavish was fucking her over without even giving her a warning.