“Maddox?” Devyn’s rumbling voice reverberates through me. “Who the fuck is Maddox?” “Her brother,” Xander pipes in quickly, a bark of laughter escaping him. “Simmer down.” “Don’t want you walking alone,” Devyn says on a growl, still glaring at me. He folds his muscular arms over his chest and settles his feet shoulder width apart. I wonder if it’s his power pose—the position he places himself in when he wants to feel imperious and in control.
Ooookaaay. So, hot, grumpy, possessive guys are more of a thing to me than I originally thought 😆😍
