He held up his left hand to show me a gold band.
“All the good ones are taken,” I complained.
The front door opened again.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Sloane groaned. Joel handed over a fresh Bloody Mary, and she dove for it.
I swiveled around on my stool, wobbling a bit as the alcohol fought my equilibri
um.
“Oh, my,” Lina purred next to me. “Who are they?”
“More cavalry,” Sloane muttered.
Lucian and Nash wandered up to the bar looking six shades of gorgeous.
FORTY-FOUR
THE BABYSITTERS
Naomi
“This can’t be a coincidence,” I observed.
“Knox called the cops,” Lucian said, nodding at Nash. “And the cops called me.”
Nash skimmed me with a look. “You all right?”
“I’m fine. Why are you here?”
Nash blew out a breath, his gaze moving on to Lina. She arched an eyebrow at him.
“We’re babysitting,” he said finally.
My mouth dropped open. “We don’t need babysitters. Especially not babysitters who are just going to report everything we say back to Knox.”
“I hate to point out the obvious, but given everything that’s happened, I don’t think you should be out unprotected like this,” Nash said.
“Who said I’m unprotected? Lina just nearly pierced a man’s sternum with her stilettos,” I complained. “How did you find us?”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Lucian said without looking away from Sloane, who was glaring at him like he was Satan incarnate.
“You’ve got to be a Morgan,” Lina said, resting her elbows on the bar and giving Nash a head-to-toe sweep.
“Lina, this is Nash. Knox’s brother,” I said.
“On that note, I think I’ll be heading home,” Sloane said, sliding off her stool. She didn’t get far. Lucian stepped in on her, trapping her between the bar and his body without touching her.
She tilted her head all the way back to look up at him.
She was a foot shorter than the man, but that didn’t stop Sloane from shooting ninja throwing stars out of her eyeballs.
“You’ll stay,” he insisted darkly.
“I’m going,” she argued.
“I count three empty glasses on the bar in front of you. You’ll stay.”