JUNIPER
I swallowed nervously like a mouse caught in a trap.
Damien looked at Liam. "Well? You’ve been staring at my wife all year, Liam. You want to keep watching, or do you want to help me celebrate?"
I froze.
My lips parted in shock, eyes moving from Damien to Liam in quick successions like I was in a sort of tennis match.
Liam didn't hesitate. He stood up, the chair scraping loudly against the floorboard. He walked around to the other side of me, his presence a dominating, solid weight. "I think I’ve done enough watching for a lifetime."
My back stiffened involuntarily at the outright confession.
Damien’s hands moved from my shoulders to the straps of my dress, slowly sliding them down. At the same time, Liam reached out. His large, rough hand—the very one I’d watched hammer
