“What he does is a job. Sure, it’s one he likes,” he murmured. “But what he wants is this…” He slid his palm to my nape, drew me closer, his mouth brushing mine in a soft kiss. “I’m glad you came. Let’s get out of here.”
And my wariness and anxiety faded. The redhead didn’t matter. He never saw her. Just me.
“Jeez, you certainly play the field, don’t you?” a woman muttered as she passed us.
Heck, think of the devil.
“Lara.” War snapped.
The woman pivoted, her expression morphing to one of pity. “Sorry, my bad. I guess you guys have an open relationship then.”
What the hell was she going on about?
She laid on a totally fake pout of overly collagen-injected lips. “It’s not something I’d condone when my other half was seen smooching someone else just moments ago.”
War’s eyes narrowed, and his nostrils flared.
Her green eyes gleamed with triumph before she strolled off, and then it hit me. The redhead from outside. Shit! She’d seen Craig kiss me.
