Diego's POV

“Chris!”

The man was tall, blonde, passably handsome. But the look in his eyes when he glanced down at Davina made my blood boil.

So did the way she looked back at him.

She exclaimed with forced cheer. “You’re here early.”

He ventured down the mouth of the alley, skirting the dumpster wide, before stopping at Davina’s shoulder.

I didn’t like how close he stood to her.

How he kept trying to catch her eye, like they had some nonverbal shorthand for him to ask, Is this ...