Like the chocolate frosting that she’s been consuming.
“Hi,” she says in what I think is her breathy voice.
“I’m Reed,” he introduces himself and offers her his hand.
I watch that hand, stuck out in the air, with long, graceful fingers. With broad, masculine knuckles, and I don’t…
What is he doing here?
Wyn has no choice but to offer hers and shake his hand. “I know.”
He wraps his fingers around her palm and gives it a squeeze.
That I somehow feel in my own hand.
His grip. His strength.
And for some reason, I want him to let go of her hand.
I want him not to touch her and it’s so absurd, this thought, that I shut it down immediately.
“So you’ve heard about me,” he drawls in that voice again.
But this time, he also brings out his sexy, charming smirk and I grit my teeth.
Wyn swallows. “Yes. And your Mustang. The fact that you love it. And like, it’s your most prized possession.”
“Well, you know everything about me then.” He squeezes her hand again and I fist mine in my lap. “And I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Wyn,” she blurts out, kind of dazed by his attentiveness. “I mean, Bronwyn. But people call me Wyn.”
“Bronwyn,” he repeats. “That’s a pretty name.”
“Thanks,” she replies, blushing and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ears.
Finally, Reed lets her go. “So Wyn, I’d like to ask you something.”
“Uh, sure.”
“I’d like to talk to your friend here and I’d like to do it alone. So you wouldn’t mind giving us a minute, would you?”
She glances at me, unsure. “I’m not…”
He smiles at her again, thatjerk, his wolf eyes all hypnotizing and beautiful. “I promise to keep her safe.”
Yeah, says the villain.
I decide to jump in then. “No.”
I even bang my hand on the table and they both look at me.
Wyn is slightly startled, but Reed is all relaxed and casual.
Out of the two, I only have eyes for one of them though.
The villain who’s just promised to keep me safe. Who I really,reallyhate to admit looks gorgeous right now.
Even more gorgeous than he did last night.
