“If they both want you to come, then I won’t say no, but there are rules, Eden. Rules I don’t think you’ll be so quick to agree to.” I give Dom a sharp look, unsure if I’m more unsettled by this idea of “rules” or that he actually caught my name earlier. Beau shifts. “Is this really necessary?” One of Dom’s midnight brows arches. “You going to keep your hands off her?” My eyes widen. Beau’s Adam’s apple works as he swallows. He says nothing. When he looks at me, his gaze is considering. Wait. Hold on. He actually wants to . . .
