Greer turned, mouth gently hanging in shock. “Did you just … mark your territory?” she whispered, a gleeful smile curving her lips. I clenched my jaw. “No.” She laughed, turning toward me, her hand smoothing down the lapel of my jacket. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll have to before the night is over too,” she said. The feel of her hand on my chest had my head spinning. “Some tipsy bridesmaid is going to get one look at you across the room.” She sighed. “And that’ll be it.”
