As I stepped into the dining room, all conversation stopped, and four pairs of eyes locked on me. I swallowed hard as I took in each expression. They were all different. A muscle in Ronan’s cheek fluttered as his gaze bored into me. Colt’s expression was full of longing and maybe a bit pissed off. Dash wore a grin a mile wide as his blue eyes sparkled. The anger in Trace’s violet irises sparked and danced as his fingers tightened around his fork in a vise grip.
