95 Don't Blow It

Dane

His jaw tensed, but he nodded and slid the sleeve of his jacket back on. Then he caught her watching his shoulders as he shrugged into it, and their eyes locked.

They both jerked their heads forward.

Dane swallowed. Hard.

This was going to be so much harder than he'd anticipated.

He'd tortured himself for weeks thinking about what it would be like to watch her with another man when this day came. But in his mind, it had always been one guy. Preferably an old, ugly, poor man. But whatever. He'd braced himself to see her pawed on by some guy, but he never thought... He almost laughed at his own stupidity. Imagine if another man had been touching her when she was wearing that dress?

He would have become a true blooded killer.