“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand as Dean smoothly wraps an arm around my waist, takes my free hand, and starts to dance with me. “I thought the Roswells hated you!”
He shrugs—that damn shrug of his!—as he presses his big, hard hand into the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. “Thought it might be fun. What are they going to say to me? ‘I know you just rescued the newest member of our family, but we’d like to kick you out now’?”
I’m not sure I buy it—not after the way Aidan swerved that car off the road when the subject of Dean came up. “Did you come through the front door?”
“Of course not. I snuck in.”
I gape at him. “There are guards everywhere!”
“Please. Aidan’s guards are as weak as he is. I’ve been successfully sneaking into this place for years.”
Good to know
