"His Girl"

Haillie was his. No one had any doubts about that – even if JJ Maybank wasn't the type to admit it out loud. But anyone who had seen her get pissed off when someone else looked at her for too long at the Boneyard knew. And when JJ gets pissed off, it ends in bruises.

It was the middle of a hot day. The sun was beating down on her, and JJ and Haillie were lying on his broken hammock, held together by a string of old clothesline. He was shirtless, his jaw slightly bruised from his last "conversation" with Rafe. She was in his sweatshirt, which came down almost to her knees.

"You know you don't have to defend me every time someone says something?" she mumbled, her eyes still closed.

JJ snorted. - "Sure. And then what? I'm gonna let Topper talk about your ass like he's in the fucking market?"

• "You're jealous."

• "I'm not."

• "You are."