Chapter 17
NAOMI
A chill runs up the back of my bare spine, prickling down low, and I can do nothing—think nothing—as the man walking towards me comes to a stop.
Showing every bit of his own six-foot-four inch frame, Sawyer Kennedy hovers just a few feet away, intrigue inching into his dark blue eyes.
He keeps the shadowy orbs on my face, a smile sliding below them. He doesn’t hide it. “Having fun tonight, kitty?”
I blink. “Of course I am. I’m having a blast, actually.”
“You?” He looks around. “You are having a blast in a club?”
“Don’t act so surprised.”
“I can’t help it.” His large shoulders lift, falling just a half second later. “Doesn’t seem like your scene.”
“Well, you don’t know me that well, now, do you?”
His dark eyes grow even more shadowy under the disco lights, irises
