Killian put a possessive arm around her shoulders. "Anything you have to discuss with my wife, you can discuss with me, too."
Rick glared at Killian, a hint of disdain on his face. "Lexie and I have things to discuss that can't possibly be of interest to you. I'm sure you can excuse us for a few moments."
Lexie finally found her voice. "I can't think of a thing we have to say to each other, Rick. Now, if you'll excuse us, we were heading for the bar."
At first he stood in place, blocking them. Then he shrugged. "We'll see."
She let out a long breath of relief when he moved away.
"You should let me take him out in back to the woodshed." Killian's deep voice was low, just loud enough for her to hear.
She laughed, a nervous sound. "I don't think the hotel has a woodshed. Anyway, he isn't worth your time and trouble."
"As long as he doesn't bother you, no problem."