5
ZEKE
Lily was way too f*****g immature to get married. What was Levi thinking?
She felt safe in my office to uncover their sins without hesitation, much to his embarrassment. His cheeks had gone from pale to pink and back again while rolling with the tide of Lily’s every sentence.
The young woman was gorgeous, but Lily’s discernment lacked to the point that if I hadn’t exercised self-control, I would’ve told her to shut the f**k up and let the man speak. Twice I bit my tongue to keep from sticking up for Levi, my hands itching to pull him tight to my chest to ease his humiliation.
And her hands on him? I f*****g hated it.
Hated he’d automatically laid his over hers—an outward claiming? Or trying to make me jealous?
If the latter, it worked like a f*****g charm.
But I had no right
