Some people’s anger ran hot, exploding in outbursts and impulsive violence. Xavier’s ran cold, smoothing his tone, frosting the air, and sending another breathless shiver over my skin. I could and did take care of myself. I didn’t want to play the damsel in distress, and I didn’t need a man barging in to reiterate things I’d already said. But fuck, sometimes it felt good to have backup, especially when it came wrapped in muscles and devastating charm.
