I nudged her arm. “Don’t ogle too much! That’s my man,” I kidded.
Jen raised a brow. “Girl, that boy has it bad for you. He came here in the middle of the night to get you. Now that’s love.” She nudged me back.
“I reckoned,” I faked a smile. Bane was acting on his sense of obligation. I reckoned he had wanted his money’s worth before some other boy put his grubby paws on me—just the woes of wayward Stevie.
“Ought oh, here he comes,” Jen announced, jerking on my arm sleeve, watching the stomping tower making his way to us.
“What the hell, Stevie!” He snatched me up by my upper arm. “You should never have come here!” His face was scarlet red, jaw tighter than a wound-up rubber band ready to pop.
“Let go of me,” I hissed in his face.
Bane’s gaze turned to Jen. “Good evening, Miss Li, or
