As Lash talked, Naomi fingered her necklace and kept her eyes trained on Dantan’s phone at the center of the table.
Don’t do it. Don’t look at Lash.
Don’t do it. Don’t look at Lash.She looked and found herself being drawn to him again. Over the last few days, she hadn’t been able to get him out of her head. She kept replaying the feel of his strong hands on her shoulders; the way his chest had moved when he was out of breath after he and Chuy had pushed the car; the way his eyes sparkled whenever he teased her. But what really got to her, what drew her to him like an ocean to the moon, was when he talked about his family. He tried to brush off the hurt by being cocky, but Dantan used his magic on him and pulled strong emotions out of him whether Lash wanted him to or not.
It was Ellen’s
