Roman stands in the doorway, looking every bit as dangerous as he is, an unreadable expression in his eyes as they dart down to Emmett’s hand on mine.
“I see that,” Roman replies, unblinking. His voice is as sharp as a razor as it pierces through the air.
My lips automatically pull down into a frown as Emmett’s words register.
“Cousin?”
Emmett came in here a few minutes ago, introducing himself as a dear friend of Roman’s, leaving out the cousin part.
And so did Roman.
He never told me he had any family apart from his father.
Not that I asked.
“You didn’t know?” Emmett arches a brow, his lips still curled in that devilish smile as he shoves his hands into his pockets.
Emmett is an extremely good looking man with an athletic build. His hair is nearly as dark as Roman’s and slight
