“What’s wrong boss? Something bothering you?” Mace asked me quietly as I watched the door where the women had just left.

“No, it’s not that.” I couldn’t give him an answer because I didn’t know what it was that was making me twitchy about the whole thing.

I wasn’t sure if it was my natural sixth sense or my new overprotectiveness where she was concerned. It didn’t help that Lyon’s men didn’t look too settled either at the idea of their women ...