Ryan's POV
Tens and angry, she sat inpatients right across our little table, so close, still so far away.
Ragnar kept calling for her, purring her name in my mind. His need to feel her, smell her, to have her affected me greatly.
But I've come to the point I've stopped fighting it. Instead, we relished the need and desire to have her for ourselves, to claim her and win her over. I did, however, realize she would be my greatest challenge to this point.
Her irritation amused me for unknown reasons; maybe it was because it made her feel so unprotectable or just the cute little twitch her lip made. It didn't take an expert to see she was unhappy about this whole dinner arrangement, but it had been my first and only way to spend time with her.
She might look soft and beautiful,
