His eyes drop, and I catch him eyeing up Willa, who is pretending to pay attention to everyone else in the loud bar, but I can tell by the angle of her head that she’s eavesdropping. Snoopy little thing. When I glance back at Lance, it’s almost impossible to miss the appreciative way he’s looking at her. And it fucking bugs me. I take a step over, blocking Willa with my body. “This isn’t the grocery store, Henderson. Whatchya looking for?”
