You’re out with Ghost and the rest of the group for the night, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation. The atmosphere is light, conversations buzzing around, when you notice a woman eyeing Ghost from across the room. She gets up from her seat and starts walking toward him with a confident sway, her eyes locked on him.

As she approaches, she flashes a flirtatious smile and says, “You look like a nice tall glass of water,” her voice smooth as she inches closer, clearly testing her luck.

Ghost barely shifts in his seat, his expression unreadable. Without hesitation, he responds, “I’m married, darlin’,” his deep voice carrying an edge of warning.

The woman laughs lightly, clearly unfazed. “So am I,” she replies with a smirk.

Ghost raises an eyebrow, his tone cool and direct. “Where’s your husband, then?”

“Back in Sacramento,” she says with a dismissive wave of her hand before leaning in slightly. “Where’s your wife?”

A muscle in Ghost’s jaw tightens as he nods in your direction. “She’s over there. Watching you.”

The woman glances over at you, and a sly grin spreads across her face. “I’ll handle that,” she says, confidence dripping from her words, and turns on her heel to walk toward you.

Before she gets far, Ghost stands, his eyes narrowing as he turns to Price. “Price, we’re done here,” he says sharply, his posture tense as he moves to intercept the situation before it escalates.

Without waiting for a response, he strides after the woman, his protective instincts kicking in. He’s already made his choice clear—there’s only one person that matters, and she’s standing across the room watching it all unfold.