Page 15 of Renard's Deliverance

“Who are you taking home?” she asked.

Who the hell had he managed to meet? There weren’t many women here at this time of night and all the ones that she’d seen were with other men.

“That’s up to Opal,” Devon replied. “She might prefer to wait for me.”

“You’ll be at least another hour, maybe two. She needs to go home now and get to bed. She’s coming with me.”

He wanted to take her home?

Why would he want to do that?

Shit.

The glare on his face as he stared at Devon made her insides twist and she knew she had to do something.

Quick.

“Listen, boys, I know I’m irresistible and all, but I can see myself home.” She stepped to the side and tried to head toward the door.

She might have made it too.

If it wasn’t for that damn chef and his quick-moving feet. He stepped right in front of her before she even managed two steps.

“Freeze,” he warned.

She held up a finger and waggled it at him, hoping that he didn’t notice that it shook slightly.

What was wrong with her?

Well, it might help if you ate more.

Shut up, brain.

Always interfering when it was least wanted.

“I am not yours. I do not have to do what you say.”

He made a scoffing noise. “No? You don’t think so?”

“I know so, buddy.”

“Not your buddy, Gem. But I could be your boss.”

She shook her head. “Dream on. I’m going home now. And no one is taking me.”

“Then I’ll need to call Jake. Tell him a woman is wandering around on her own at night,” he called out.

Renard wasaware that people were watching them.

But he didn’t give a shit.

Opal stilled and her shoulders grew tense. Then she turned around to stomp her way back to him. He held back his grin.

Barely.

“Jake doesn’t get to boss me around. And neither do you.”

Lord. She was even more gorgeous when she was all riled up. But he could clearly see the exhaustion on her face.

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