Page 73 of Sweet Sin

I look up to meet his gaze, and I find him staring at me.

It’s almost a glare, but not one with any malice in it.

No, it’s filled with something else. He’s angry, yes, but not at me. Not at Leif any longer.

At the situation?

I’m not sure.

I’ve never seen this look on a man before.

Not even on Miles McAllister’s face.

I want to ask him what’s wrong, what I can do to help…

But something stops me.

Because looking at him right now—with that almost cruel and menacing look upon his face—I’m not sure anyone is safe here.

Anyone except me.

Something in his eyes tells me without words that he would do anything for me.

That scares me more than anything else.

I don’t want Falcon going down again because of me. He claims he’s innocent of the manslaughter charge, and I believe him.

I believe him because I believe in him. He’s a good man at heart. A good man who believes in the law, who knows right from wrong.

The problem is? He’s lost his belief in something very important.

He’s lost his belief in humankind.

I’ve been there, and I worked hard to get myself out of that mindset.

I can’t afford to be dragged back down into it by Falcon.

Except I already know I’ll follow Falcon anywhere.

I’m not sure what I feel for him can be called love. Love is almost too tame a word. Love isn’t supposed to hurt, but what I feel for Falcon does hurt. It’s a love so harsh and powerful that it guts me.

And not necessarily in a good way.

But not in a bad way either.

“Savannah?”

I jerk at Kelly’s voice. “Yeah?”

“You’re kind of staring into space, honey. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” I take a seat at the table. “Please, sit down everyone. It’s basic. Steaks and potatoes and broccoli. We have ice cream for dessert.”

“Sounds great,” Leif says.

Falcon doesn’t say anything. Why should he? He was with me when we were at the grocery store. He knows what we’re having.

I pick up the plate full of steaks and pass it first to Kelly. Once all our plates are full, we begin to eat.

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