'Where d'ya think you're going missy.' His voice was deep and gravelly, his hand grasped my forearm firmly, stopping me en-route to the staircase.
'I have a date.'
'And we had a deal.' His voice was insistent, low, irate.
'Two courses. You had your two courses. Terribly sorry they didn't meet your expectations, Callaghan.' I hoped my voice dripped with oodles of sarcasm. I knew my eyes did as I looked back at him and tugged my poor arm free. But I couldn't ignore the sizzling heat of him, nor the way I wanted to throw myself at him, anger roaring in my ears.
'Come back inside if you know what's good for you, kid.' He was fierce, I half expected a lizard’s tongue to come shooting from his lips. His eyes were hooded, shrouded by heavy brows. Then he licked his lips again, not with an
