“Wyn,” he said, his voice thick, and leaned in.
WynOh, snap. This guy had nerve.
Those blue eyes darkened and Wyn suddenly understood the meaning of bedroom eyes. Was he going to kiss her?
Wyn swallowed her mouthful of serendipitous birthday cookie, barely tasting the treat.
Yes. Yes, he was. Her stomach flipped, excited and nervous and still queasy from the teleportation. They just met, then he yelled at her, made a d**k joke, and gave her a cookie. What the f**k? That was some serious bull right there.
Wyn pulled back, holding up a hand. Her hand pushed against a wall of solid muscle. No doubt he could pin her to the back of the seat with ease, but he stopped immediately.
“Was that disagreeable?” he asked.
“You’re moving too fast for me,” she said.
He pulled back, sitting on his
