Unnerved, Griff gives her a shake, wanting her eyes off Alabama. “Hey, you hear me? Stay away. For good.”
She whips her face toward him. Her smile twists up into a hideous grimace. “You’ll never love anything.”
Griff’s stomach clenches. But before he can reply, Nikki slams a palm in his chest. “You deserve what you get, Griff Greyson.”
There’s a flash of yellow and red as Alabama strides past him, her long legs headed for the bus.
“Hey,” he hollers, ripping a hand through his hair, frustrated as hell. Damn women are making him crazy. “Where you goin’?”
“Away from you,” she tosses back.
“We’re done, Nikki,” he says, his eyes still on Alabama.
There’s no one else for him.
Not anymore.