Dutch is the first to look away. His jaw flexes and he curls his fingers into fists. Zane hops out of the sofa. “Damn, Cadence. Way to show up.” Finn nods his approval. My lips curl up a little. “Thanks.” Dutch swings around. His dark stare burns into me. I can see the desire flaring to life in his eyes. He averts his gaze, but it’s still there in the tenseness of his jaw, the flare of his nostrils, and the agitated hand that he slides into the pockets of his dress pants.
