Chapter 7
The door whispered shut, and Oriana was gone. Sloan shook his head and cursed. They couldn’t have handled that worse.
Perron moved to follow her.
“Max.”
Every man in the room turned to Mason, who sat on the arm of the sofa, his steady gaze speaking volumes above his tone.
“She’s had a f*****g hell of a day, and I screwed up.” Perron crossed the room and set one hand on the sofa by Mason’s hip, leaning close. “I’m not leaving her alone.”
“Go with Callahan, but for god’s sake, don’t let him take charge. Give her a taste of what she needs. A small taste.” Mason’s brow lifted when Sloan scowled. “If you can refrain from reminding her she’s a ‘poor little rich girl.’”
The perception of the man in training mode really freaked Sloan out. He caught himself rubbing the long scar on
