JENNA

I’m downright giddy as Slater pulls me back behind the bar and wraps an arm tightly around me, letting the whole damn place know that I’m his now. All those hungry, male eyes run over me and then quickly look away. If me wearing his shirt and his protective arm around me wasn’t clue enough, the murderous look in his eyes as he looks at the remaining stragglers gets the message across loud and clear.

“Closing time,” Slater hollers out, and there’s a hard ...