“If you’re looking to score some alcohol, you should know I don’t serve anyone underage, and you won’t find any lying around here,” I warned. “I suggest you move on.” The teen stiffened and shrugged out from under my touch. I growled as he whipped around, but the sound died instantly at the sight of him. Except it wasn’t a him at all. Fuck me. I’d just manhandled a woman.
