"Here I thought you were trying to impress that son of a bitch, McCann," he growls, his irritation whenever he thinks about the other man not having gone away, not even after a year, not even with Faraday here in his arms.

He's a bastard and he wants absolutely everyone possible to know about it.

"You did plenty to get my attention, starting from when you stumbled off your horse to taunt me. You reeked of alcohol, guerito."