Page 28 of When He Fights
“Ana!”Surprise.Shock.
And…
Things had just gone from bad to worse.
With her hand still just an inch or so from Kane’s lips, her head whipped to the right.
Turner Mitchell gaped at her.There was no sign of the woman he’d been holding so tightly just moments before.
“Ana?”Turner stalked closer, and the closer he came, the angrier he looked.His light brown hair had been shoved back from his forehead.“Ana, I thought you were visiting company tonight.”
“Sheis,” Kane replied before Ana could actually get words out of her mouth.
She did manage to fully snatch her hand back.Finally.So, win.
Kane rose to his feet and moved to stand between Ana and the forward stalking Turner.“I’m the company she’s visiting.”He towered over Turner by at least four inches.“Speaking of company, where did yours just go?”
Turner side-stepped so he could lock eyes on Ana again.
She used that opportunity to hop out of her chair because an exit felt like a good idea.“We should go,” she told Kane.She grabbed for his hand.
He stiffened.Looked down at her hand, then immediately swallowed her fingers in his bear-like grip.“Sure thing, sweetheart.”
Right.Of course, he’d use an endearment right then.Why not?
“Sweetheart?”Turner sounded as if he’d just choked on the term.
Ana would have felt guilty, truly, she would have, because hehadseemed like a decent guy but… “Turner, I know you’re here on a date.I saw you two, um, dancing.”
“I’m not on a date!”Turner denied instantly.“You didn’t see anything!”
Really?
Kane laughed.Only it was not an amused sound.More mocking.Way more mean, too.“You had your tongue in the redhead’s mouth and your hand on her ass.If that wasn’t a date, then it sure was an intense hello session.”
Turner yanked a hand through his hair.“I can’t screw this up with you, Ana!”His hand fell to his side, only to immediately rise as he pointed at Ana.“You have to let me explain.”
“She doesn’t have to do anything,” Kane snapped back.“She owes you nothing.”
Turner’s handsome face—he was handsome, in a pretty boy way—flushed.“Look, you steroid-eating bastard?—”
“Ouch,” Kane murmured.“Someone is getting awful personal.And not nice atall.” His head turned toward Ana.“Bad choice,” he told her.
She glowered up at him.Had she not said she was going to end things with Turner?And he’d been charming…before.
Before this night.
Before I saw his true colors.
Wasn’t that one of the things that had held her back for the last two years?She’d been so wrong before about a lover and, too late, the truth had been revealed.
Bad choice.
Back when she’d met Logan, Anamighthave been slightly drawn to bad boys.But she’d more than gotten her fill of them, thanks.
“Not really into steroids,” Kane continued as he rolled back his shoulders.“Just into putting in the work.No pain, no gain, am I right?”
Turner fired him a look of disgust.A look he then turned on Ana.“You were supposed to be with a friend tonight!You blew me off.”
