“You could try to look less disappointed, you know?” Kent drawled with amusement as he entered the room.
Tara was seated cross-legged on the bed in one of Martin’s t-shirts. Her long black hair hung like a curtain around her face. It currently helped her hide some of her embarrassed blush from him. Kent wondered if he made a comment on her looks, if it would make the alpha charge into the room like a raging bull released from a chute.
He derailed the thought before his mind could give it too much ground. Martin had already spent too many hours emphasizing he didn’t want Kent having any inappropriate conversations with the woman. Kent had his own opinions on what constituted inappropriate conversations, but he hadn’t argued with his alpha. Especially not when he realized the stubborn alp
