“I’m not going anywhere, Theon,” Tessa whispered. “What?” he asked, glaring at a guy who was blatantly staring at her, his eyes roving freely. “If you tighten your grip on me any more, you’re going to leave bruises,” she teased, and he snapped his gaze to her at the tone. He hadn’t realized he’d been pulling her in closer and closer the longer they stood there. “I don’t like them looking at what is mine,” he ground out. Again that almost-smile graced her lips, and she turned into him. She reached up and straightened his tie before she tilted her chin to meet his eyes. “Let them look,” she
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