1King grinned as he watched the couple making excuses to the tough, no-nonsense maître d’ he had hired for his restaurant. Regardless of what they said to Franco, he could tell the real reason they were twenty-five minutes late from the way Peyton couldn’t keep his hands off the woman. While a smiling Dr. Kyra Winters was charming his employee, his former captain and most of the time friend, was steadily drawing slow circles on her back with the fingertips of his human hand.
King shook his head as he contemplated their passionate relationship, barely holding in his sigh of envy. He didn’t blame Peyton for publicly staking his claim tonight. Doc was quite the picture in her lacy black dress and sharp, pointy heels. Best of all, underneath those alluring feminine clothes was a real woman th
