Page 187 of Dark Love

“Dahlia Fleur meet Cormac Masters.”

“Everyone knows Captain Masters. He’s part of the orientation tour.” Dahlia smiles and holds out a hand.

“What department do you work in?” Cormac shakes her hand.

Even though it’s not logical, I bristle at another man touching her.

“I’m a 911 operator.”

Why did she have to pick a job like that when she could have been a book editor?

Adonis steps out of the building, and I stop listening to the conversation around me.

To stake my claim before he can get anywhere near Dahlia, I wrap my arm around her waist. Dahlia leans into my body without hesitation.

Adonis heads over to Atlas without looking our way and slaps him on the back. Then Atlas shoves him. Are they related? Their physical appearance is similar enough that Adonis and Atlas could only have come from someone who was into Greek mythology.

Adonis breaks off from the group and walks over to us.

So, he did see her. Is he keeping track of my woman?

“Cormac. You said the cake would be good, but that was something else. Do your girls sell it somewhere?”

Cormac’s chest swells with pride as I try not to gag. “I’ve tried talking them into it a few times.”

“Prue is quite the baker as well. Have you tried her brownies yet?”

WHAT did he just say? I pull Dahlia in closer, trying to tamp down my desire to knock Adonis to the ground. How does he know what Dahlia’s brownies taste like? My woman needs to stop baking for other men immediately.

Cormac turns to her. “You were the one that brought the brownies in?”

Dahlia shrugs.

“Don’t do that again.”

She pushes away from me and glares at Cormac. “Why?”

“Because they’re fantastic, and you’re with my friend over here. My men might try to change that for another one of your brownies.”

She smiles. “Don’t be silly. They aren’t brownie cheesecake.”

Both men tip their heads at her cryptic response.

“Adonis, you don’t know Vex.” Cormac turns to me with a raised eyebrow and a knowing grin.

It’s doubtful that I’m hiding my irritation well. “We’ve met before.”

“How long have you two known each other?” Adonis asks Cormac to avoid making eye contact with me.

Smart man.

Though since he brings my woman soup and brags about her brownies, he can’t be that smart. Or maybe he just has a death wish.

“I’ve known Vex since we were teenagers.”

Adonis’ head comes up and his eyes light up with understanding. “Ah. That makes sense.”

Does it really? If you want to keep your head on your shoulders, you’ll shut up soon.

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