“It’s not me you should be worried about,” he said in a low, rasping voice, stepping closer. “It’s the other men who think they can stare.”
His nearness made my breath hitch. Still, I held my ground, slowly licking my lips before tilting my head, letting my eyes lock with his. I inhaled softly through parted lips.
“And you think you’re allowed to stare?”
He set his scotch glass down on the bar, his jaw tightening just slightly. “I’m here to keep you safe,” his voice rough. “Before your brother loses his mind seeing you like this.”
Liar.
He wasn’t here for Logan.
He was here because he couldn’t look away.
I leaned in closer, rising onto the tips of my toes so I could meet him at eye level.
“You’ll need a better lie next time,” I murmured, letting my breath tickle his skin. “Because
