When She Falls (The Fallen, #3)

by Gabrielle Sands

My eyes track her until she disappears from sight. I’ve always liked feisty women. A weakness you could say.

A server comes around to serve us bread, and I ask for two big chunks. I fucking love bread. It’s one of life’s greatest pleasures.

His expression hardens. “You know, you’re extremely difficult to talk to.” “Which begs the question why you insist on trying.” “Yeah,” he says roughly. “I keep wondering the same thing.”

“Now you want me to believe you’re capable of being a gentleman?” I ask. It’s as if the walls suck in a collective breath. The air stills. Ras’s eyes flash with hurt before he gives me a withering look that fills my chest with bright, hot shame.

“All right, wrap it up, Ben. We don’t have all day.” He prods him with his shoe again.

He throws me a look over his shoulder and makes the smallest of nods. “I fully intend to take care of my wife.”