“Ummm,” she managed, shooting the drunk jerk a look, saw how he was taking in the bearded blond god’s superior height and large muscles. “I don’t know. Are you bothering me?”
“Nope!” he said, taking a step back, hands up in a ‘for the love of God, don’t shoot!’ gesture. “Just talkin’.”
“Find someone else to talk to,” the man mountain said, his voice silk with an unmistakeable steel core. “The lady is talking to me.”
“Gotcha!” The guy gave a shaky, stumbly salute, he turned and went to the bar, clearly relieved to get away.
Jo watched him flee, kept her gaze fixed on his spineless little back, because she suddenly had no idea where to put her eyes. Where to look on this man’s body? Because every single part of him was danger and temptation.
He was still standing there, his thumbs stuc
