Laura
“This is Laura.” Oz, in his booming voice made the introduction to his friends before we had even reached his table. “She’s mine.”
I frowned. What a strange thing to say. I blushed. It was almost like he was staking some kind of claim to me. Like if he didn’t his friends would be interested.
“Nice to meet you, Laura.” The nearest dark-haired man with a beard neatly trimmed thrust out a hand for me to shake. God, up close they were so much better looking than I had expected. More male models than trained soldiers. “Why don’t you pull up a chair and join us?” His eyes flicked to Oz at my side. “Settle down, soldier.”
I blinked between them. It was like they were communicating something in secret and yet no words left either of their mouths. The tension was suddenly almost unbearabl
