Olivia Westview
It was James.
There was no mistaking it. My heart leapt before I could stop it. What is he doing here?
That thought evaporated when the drunk recovered his stance, sneering and lurching back up to face James. I could see the flicker of surprise and indignation in the man’s eyes as he realized he had a new opponent—and an intimidating one. James stepped forward, muscles taut under his tailored jacket, ready to confront this stranger like he owned the very ground beneath him.
“Who the hell are you?” the drunk man slurred, his sneer widening as he looked James up and down, wavering on his feet. “Back off, grandpa.”
My stomach dropped, and I almost gasped. The insult was like a slap in the face, but James didn’t flinch. A slow, almost amused smile crept across his face, t
