Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“And his girlfriend, Ryen,” Will introduced her like she
was an annoying little sister.
“Hi, Winter,” she said.
I smiled, following her voice. “Hi.”
“Come on, Ryen,” Will prodded. “Wouldn’t you have
loved to see Misha in his uniform tonight?”
“You look like all the frat boys I’ll warn my daughters
about when they go to college,” she griped.
Misha snorted, and Will laughed.
“You guys dating?” Misha asked, and I guessed he was
talking to Will and me.
“No, man. She’s Damon’s.”
“Damon Torrance’s?” Misha said it like he was spitting out
food.
Will tightened his hold. “I know, right?”
“I’m not Damon’s.” I shook my head.
“Yeah, she is,” Will shot back.
I didn’t want to be talked about like I was property. That
kind of conversation was fine in private, but Misha’s tone
definitely relayed that he had an opinion about Damon. And
not a positive one. He didn’t know me. I didn’t want him
drawing conclusions.
“Who’s Damon?” Ryen asked. “Have I met him?”
“GGod, no,” Misha blurted out. “Let’s get some beers before
he shows up. Later, man.”
“Bye,” Will called out as they left.
I let out a sigh, reminded that a lot more people than just
me had a past or perception of Damon. He had his work cut
out for him if he wanted a future in this town. That was, if he
cared about what anyone thought, anyway.
“To be fair,” Will said, setting his chin on my shoulder.
“Misha hates everyone.”