“Whoa,” Glen said in amazement as his gaze roamed over Oliver’s shiftless form. Oliver’s icy blue eyes narrowed instantly at the way Glen’s gaze roamed appreciatively over his bare chest. The other man’s obvious appreciation only fueled the fire of jealousy burning in his gut. “Can I help you?” Oliver’s voice was dangerously calm as he stepped forward, positioning himself slightly in front of Harper protectively. His arm wrapped around her waist possessively. Glen’s brown eyes finally snapped up to meet Oliver’s face, taking in the icy blue glare directed at him. A slow smirk spread across his lips as he leaned against the doorframe casually. “Well hello there,” Glen purred appreciatively. “I am Glen, and you must be the lucky bastard who finally convinced my best girl to spend the night.”
