The moment he stepped inside the house, the sound hit him.
Her laughter.
Soft. Bright. Unrestrained.
And woven into it a man's deeper laugh.
Every instinct in him snapped to attention. For half a second, he was ready to attack. But then he recognized the other voice.
Alexandre.
Of course.
Damien rounded the lounge, his steps silent but predatory as he headed toward the kitchen. And then he stopped.
The sight before him ignited something ugly in his chest.
Alexandre was sitting there with her. Leaning casually. Talking. Laughing.
And she
She was glowing.
Damien didn't know why the hell it bothered him so much. But the urge to put his fist through Alexandre's face rose fast and violent.
Why the fuck was he here?
Why the fuck was he sitting with her?
And what the bloody fuck were they laughing about?
The growl that tore from his chest made Jacqueline jump.
Alexandre didn't even flinch.
He had probably scented Damien the second he stepped onto the property.
