Grady prowled toward me one step and then another, like a panther poised to attack. “Now I see you. You think you’re gonna come in here and pin this all on me? Not gonna happen.” His hand lashed out. “You don’t wanna know what happens to nosy little bitches—” A figure stepped between us. The way the sun was angled in the sky, he was pure shadow to me. But somehow I still recognized him. The broad shoulders and dark hair. But more, the aura that radiated around him. That aura had turned to pissed-the-hell-off as he glared down at Grady. “Don’t even think of laying hands on her.”
