Page 492 of Dark Love

The idea of walking any farther into their world makes me twitchy. I crook a finger at her.

She disengages from her friends and comes over to me.

Why is that so sexy? I can’t look away. Someone could pull a gun and I wouldn’t even notice. The sweet little smile on her bowed lips enthralls me.

My hand has a will of its own when she gets close. I cup her head, loosening the bun she wore to work. “Hello, Dahl.”

“Vex.”

Her breathy voice hits me in the gut, taking mine away.

I could kiss those delectable lips. Lose my sense—

“So, are you going to introduce me to your friend?”

Cormac brings me back to reality.

“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.”

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