Chapter 38

FIVE silent minutes passed. Luc grew antsy, but women and changing clothes . . . He knew from experience that wasn’t always a short process. Especially someone who wore stockings and garters and those fuck-me shoes. It all took time. Besides, he and Tyler hovered near the restaurant’s front door with an eye on the bathroom hallway. Alyssa had nowhere to else to go.

But Tyler started tapping his thumb on one of the chairs, looking as jumpy as Luc felt.

“If you break her heart, I’ll fucking kill you,” Tyler proclaimed suddenly into the silence.

“What’s between Alyssa and me is none of your business.”

Tyler stood, rising to his full height, perhaps a half inch taller and thirty pounds heavier. “Yeah? What’s between Alyssa and me is none of your fucking business, either.”

Luc gritted his teeth, loath to admit that the other man was right.

“And when you’re gone,” Tyler went on, “I’ll still be here. With her. Every day. Every night. You may be the shiny