Silas frowned. “Meaning?” “Meaning I didn’t want everyone sitting at the table to be shoving their face full of sausage, knowing full well I was imagining yours.” His expression changed with each heartbeat. Confusion. Thump. Realization. Thump. Feral amusement. Flame-like rings blazed to life in Silas’ eyes. “You avoided me… because you knew you’d be turned on if you saw me?”
