His deep voice was curt, pride and arrogance slashing at her. He took the check, tore it up and slammed the pieces on the glass counter with enough force to shake the sunglasses display.
She caught the rack and straightened it. She'd been so wrapped in her own emotions that she hadn't noticed Jarek's own dark mood. But now, all the bristling edges were there, the taut muscle moving in his jaw, that grim, beautiful mouth, the danger that seemed to crackle around his taut body.
The impact of that anger took Leigh back one step, her senses taut. "Is there a problem?"
He reached to remove the designer sunglasses perched on top of her head and tossed them to a jumble of turquoises coloured suits. "Just you."
