“Shanna, you didn’t tell me you were seeing someone.”
Jack rose to his full height, a couple inches taller than Enzo. However, if I had to place bets on the winner of a cage match, I’d have bet my last dime on the Italian. Muscle didn’t stand much of a chance against rage.
I shot to my feet and insinuated myself between the men. “It’s not…I’m not…He’s a—”
“Friend.” Jack spoke without ending the staring match with Enzo.
The testosterone levels in the room choked off the oxygen. If I didn’t do something quick, I feared we’d all suffocate. I rested my hand on Enzo’s arm. “He’s going to look for my cat and see if anything’s salvageable at the apartment.”
His ice-cold gaze fell to my lips.
My hand flew to my mouth before I thought the better of it. I could still taste Jack and feel the whisker-burn on my cheeks.
Enzo motioned to the exit. “I have a car waiting. Shall we?”
Jack balled his hands at his sides.
I needed to speak to him before I left, but I had absolutely no idea what to say to smooth things over. “Go ahead. I’ll be right out.”
Enzo shot me a warning look, turned, and walked out of the store.
“That’s the guy you’re seeing?” Jack pointed after him. “That arrogant son of a bitch?”
I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of view of the front windows. “He’s not like that when you get to know him. Cut him some slack. Imagine what it looked like when he walked in here.”
“I know what it looked like, and I know you were scared. No, terrified…of him.”
“Not of him, of the two of you going at it. Can you blame me?” I wanted to throw my head back and scream out my frustration, but that’d undoubtedly bring the Marchionni security team in with guns blazing. “You acted like a couple of Rottweilers marking your territory. I thought you’d slug it out before I could separate you.”
He nodded to the door. “You’d best not keep him waiting.”