CINDY’S POV
Nancy spotted us first. She was perched beside Alaric in a silk camisole that left nothing to the imagination, and the second she saw Damian she latched onto Ric’s arm.
Please girl… grow up.
Damian didn’t even bat her an eye.
He just flashed Alaric that easy, brotherly grin, leaned across the corner of the table, and they did one of those quick, complicated handshakes.
Then he pulled out my chair like we were at a five-star restaurant instead of a war zone disguised as breakfast.
“Morning, everyone,” I said cheerfully, sliding into the chair Damian pulled out for me.
Damian dropped into the seat beside me, one possessive arm draped across the back of my chair.
Nancy’s hand was still welded to Alaric’s forearm like a barnacle that had mistaken him for a rock.
Alaric gla
