Krystal's pov
“Hans, haven't I told you to address my wife with caution?” Colt immediately came to my defense wrapping a secure possessive hand across my waist, the way he so naturally slipped into the loving husband rule was applause worthy.
Hans face contorted like it hurts to move the muscles that resided within it. Apparently that wasn't the only thing hurting because he was slightly hunched forward, not enough to notice at first glance but the longer history glaring at me gave me an ample opportunity to notice it.
His eyes meant mind and solidified with a strange determination.
“We need to talk,” he said and looked at me expectantly like I was supposed to jump at his request, confusion muddled his expression until realization flushed in.
I was no longer at his neck and called.
