Chapter 89

“You look sexy as hell. I’m not sure about leaving you in that bar for an hour. This was dumb.” He rakes a hand through my hair, catching it in his fist and giving it a little pull to bring my mouth to him for a gentle kiss.

“Leila will smell a rat if you’re all there when we walk in. I want her to loosen up a little so give us time to talk before you two come crashing in.” I’m trying to be patient with him tonight, his jealous and protective side wants to dominate, but his loving side is trying to give me a little space. He is visually struggling with himself.

“Then you should’ve let me arrange a quiet club. Fewer people, less chance of someone knocking into you and—”

“Stop.” I lean up and kiss him. Jake’s heart is thudding, and the way he keeps rubbing his hands on his jeans tells me he’s on the verge of a panic attack. He’s completely contradicted who he normally is over this, like our proposal night all over again, and it melts me. He’s been sweating rivers sin