EYES WIDE, BROOK WATCHED Kyle’s attack, her heart pounding a relentless rhythm against her sternum as she tried to accept that he’d truly arrived. The methodology of his movements held beauty, and the ferocity of his actions, the savage snarls erupting from his throat entranced her, so she held only a little awareness of others entering the room.
At least, not until arms circled her waist from behind. “Brook, come on.”
She stiffened when Clive’s voice hit her ear, shaking her head as she twisted away from the grip, realising she’d failed when her feet left the floor.
“No,” she said, as his arms carried her backward, away from Kyle. “No!” she said again, kicking out with her foot. “Goddammit, put me down!”
“We’ve gotta get you outa—”
“For goodness, Clive, put me down!” She stretched he
