Hazel looked up at him, smiling sweetly, before preceding the men into the green
parlor. Blackbourne's eyes dropped to watch her tempting backside
until Oliver's growl made his gaze rise once again. Brother or not, if the man
glanced in Hazel's direction one more time, he'd tear his damned head off.
Oliver looked his brother over. Aside from their hair color, they did look similar.
The same aristocratic nose, same strong chin. Their eyes were nearly
identical. Oliver gestured him inside the parlor. "Please, Blackbourne."
Once inside, Oliver claimed the spot beside Hazel on a dark, damask settee. His eyes flashed to hers. "When this is over, I'm going to toss you over
my knee," he whispered, though the quirk on Blackbourne's lips confirmed he'd
overheard the threat.
His
