HARPER
I saw him coming for my head. My breath hitched, and I was too damned slow to dodge him. Maybe it was the concussion, shock, but I just stood there like an idiot instead of running.
Luckily, his father caught him before he got to me. Owen thrashed in his grip, shouting like a mad dog.
"Let me go, Father! Let me handle this little tramp!"
"Calm down," Jude snapped. "A man must remain rational. Of course, women will provoke you; it's your job to ignore it."
Dominic snorted.
I glanced toward him. He was sitting on a barstool, casually nursing a drink. "Maybe you should've let him try," he drawled. "It's not like hitting women is new to him."
"You!" Jude's eyes blazed.
Dominic downed the rest of his drink, unaffected by the fury in Jude's eyes and sharpness of his voice. He checked his gold wristwatch. "I think you've overstayed your welcome. You know where the door is."
"Domenico," Jude Fletcher began, but once again, Dominic didn't let him finish.
