Oz
“Oz.” Ash’s voice was a low urgent whisper. “Your woman is heading in this direction, and she doesn’t look too happy.”
My head snapped up. In all honesty, I knew the moment she got up from her table. I had been half watching, half listening to her conversations all night. It was a creeper thing to do but I just couldn’t help myself. When she stood, I had expected her to head towards the bar, or even outside. If she had gone outside, I had been planning to follow her out, because this little game we were playing was starting to wear thin. But she didn’t head in either of those directions. Her shoulders set, she headed straight towards us.
“I know.” Leaning back in my chair, I watched her come. And so did everyone else in the place. It was the way her full hips swayed. They drew the ey
