For a long moment, Kate glared at Ian from across the room. He stared her down, jaw clenched. So this was where she’d been when he visited Dean’s room. Bothering Corey. Corey was right—she was a b***h. He hoped she didn’t make him repeat himself.
She didn’t. With a discontented sigh, she heaved herself off the mattress and flounced toward him, elbowing him out of the way as she exited the room. Corey stayed where he stood, shoulders hunched, as if he expected her to take one parting shot before she disappeared down the hall.
Ian didn’t give her the opportunity. The moment she’d cleared the door, he swung it shut behind her. Stepping into the room, Ian eased a hand behind Corey’s back. His lover relaxed at his touch. “Ian, thank God.”
With a soft touch, Ian caressed Corey’s cheek. “You o
