"What is going on in that little head of yours?"
She's going to pay for the repair? What a thought!
He tapped her head lightly, a smile gracing his lips, his deep black eyes showing a hint of affection.
Seeing his smile, Tara Summer clung to his arm. Her petite body leaning against his arm, her face aglow with joy and coquettishly cheerful.
Liam Yancey raised an eyebrow, looked down at her slightly flushed face. The softness of her chest pressed against his arm, the unintentional rubbing set his eyes squinting, his gaze becoming increasingly heated.
"Don't provoke me," he whispered into her ear, his voice temptingly low.
"I didn't…" Tara Summer began to rebut, but the obvious desire in his eyes silenced her.
Her face turned beet red instantly. She quickly let go of his arm, and stepped back.
Liam Yancey glanced at her, smirked, and then instructed Henry Taylor to handle the accident. As for Owl Eagle, he didn't stir him up with any fault-finding comment.
