Though aware he was acting like a Nervous Nelly, he couldn’t shake off the insistent urge to hover. She’d scared him. When she’d slumped to the museum floor and began turning blue, his heart had nearly burst out of his chest. His heart hadn’t beat right since. Now that she no longer looked like a corpse, the thing that burned through his mind most was the fact she’d kissed him—in front of God and everyone else. When he’d passed Mikey at the doorway, he’d aimed a glare at Mikey because his partner’s lips were pursed around a silent whistle. Haddara, once his dark eyebrows had lowered again, kept his disapproval carefully hidden, although Juste got the distinct feeling the other man didn’t think he was anywhere near her league. During the ride to the restaurant and as they’d waited for a table, the air of deference the other man exuded, the breathless anticipation of her every need, made Juste feel just a little unsettled, like he was missing something important. Khepri was just a woman—a beautiful one, but one he had every right to pursue—if he wasn’t in the middle of an investigation, and if he hadn’t found her at the scene of the robbery.
