Marc felt a headache pressing the walls of his temples, and he reminded himself to unclench his jaw. He’d have to jerk a knot in Beau’s tail, and soon. The wily SOB had some nerve blowing into town and moving in on Marc’s kid sister as well as his . . . well, his Allie. He didn’t know how else to label her. Allie wasn’t his girl, but he couldn’t deny she was a lot more than an employee. He’d drifted into uncharted waters with her, someplace beyond simple lust but outside the boundaries of a relationship. They had no claim on each other, but damned if that meant he liked seeing her in another man’s arms, least of all those of his asshole brother. Marc wanted Allie for himself, but he didn’t want to want her. It was fifty shades of fucked up. Worse than that, she’d stolen his mojo, making it impossible for him to enjoy other women. When Nora had paid him a surprise visit that morning, he should have led the flame-haired vixen to his suite and released a week’s worth of sexual tension.
