Enjoy!
Wade watched as the car pulled up through the window. James had told him that it was unfair watching his fifteen-year old kid like a hawk, but he had every right if the boy was three years older than her.
The boy drummed his fingers against the car's steering wheel while he was talking to her. What was his name again? Chace, his name was Chace West. She was laughing at something the guy said. He grinned at her and she reached forward, pecked him on the lips and scrammed from the car.
Wade didn't know how, but James had quite a firm grip on him. He wasn't sure why he wasn't allowed to rip the damn boy apart.