When He's Torn (The Olympus Pride, #5)

by Suzanne Wright

Yeah, well, Deke didn’t like thinking of her with others. It wasn’t that he felt possessive of her. But the thought of other males touching her made his hackles rise—it was difficult to explain.

he rarely asked her or others about her. It only made him want to know more. She was a puzzle. One he’d strived to understand but couldn’t.

“I don’t remember asking for your advice.” “That’s because you didn’t.” “Then why give it?” “I’m a giving person.” “You give people problems and headaches—that’s about it.”

It made him want to grab her by the throat. And then maybe squeeze just a little. Or kiss her. Or both.