“These two are spoken for.” The two men in front of us turn toward the sound, and Sloane does the same, her brow furrowed as her brain works to understand the interruption. Since I’m the one who called Nic, I’m not as surprised as everyone else is at his sudden appearance. What does shock me is the man standing next to him. The man that helps Nic edge the other two men out of the way, so they can slide into the booth with Sloane and me. The man whose honey and bourbon eyes find mine from across the table while Nic settles beside me.
