Aiden's wearing a slouchy, sleeveless hoodie over a thin, long-sleeved shirt that shows the definition on his biceps as he leans against my car.
He looks delicious. And like he might cut someone's throat if they piss him off. Whoa, Watch out, Chase. I'm surprised to find that I mean it.
Chase is irritating as hell, but I don't' want to see him actually hurt. Just . . . away.
I swallow, and smile. Turning my back on Chase, I try to keep my pace slow.
Totally unconcerned, Aiden watches me approach, a predatory glint in his eye that gives me shivers.
"Hey, Beautiful," he says quietly when I'm close enough to hear. He pushes up to stand a hair too close, offering that lazy grin. "I heard you're almost out of jail. Sure you don't want to make a break for it?"
I have to push away a smile. "I'm sure."
