Forcing a smile, I try to suppress the anger and the tightening in my chest, emotions brewing hot. I turn around. "Hey, Jake?"
Jake stands frozen, his eyes darting between me and Logan. Trying to piece together the dots, he can feel that Logan's jaw is clenched tightly. You can see that he is trying to contain his anger based on the ugly history.
"Nadine, so you’re my..." Jake begins, but before he can finish, Logan steps closer, his hand resting possessively on the small of my back.
"She is my wife," Logan says with a sharp voice, leaving no room for further questions.
Jake stumbles back, least expecting it as he looks at me and Logan in shock. "What do you mean, 'my wife'?"
"You want me to say it again?" Logan's voice drips with anger. "Nadine and I are married. The earlier you get that into your head, the better for you."
Jake laughs. "Nadine, this must be a joke. You're married to Logan?"
"Do I need to spell it out for you?" I snap, raising my hand to show him the ring on my finger. "I am married to Logan, get that into your skull."