“A hard time?” Prudence asked.
The matriarch’s question was forgotten because Lyssa spoke. “You’re protective of her. Why did you bring her here, Ruger? What do you think introducing her to the family will do?”
“Distract her,” Ruger said.
“Distract me while you go to drool over other women?” Layla asked.
“Other women?” he asked, dropping his attention to hers, increasing the pressure of his hand on her upper back. “Have you got a problem with me admiring the female form, Legs?”
“Didn’t we have this conversation last night? About you being a red-blooded male and your proclivity for admiring what you should keep your corneas off?”
“She’s feisty,” he said with another smile as though explaining her behavior to the rest of his family before he addressed her. “You are jealous.”
“I am not
