In front of everyone, Jace Lennox lifted Phoebe Faulkner's chin. He lowered his head slightly and leaned in close, his voice thick with intimacy as he asked, "Want a taste of my cooking?"
They were incredibly close, and the angle was deliberately ambiguous.
From where Ronan Langdon and Rona Langdon were standing, it looked for all the world like the two were kissing, oblivious to everyone around them. And that was before even considering the intimate tone and gesture Jace had used to say what he said.
This blatant teasing made a blush creep up Phoebe Faulkner's neck until her entire face was beet red.
Ronan Langdon saw their interaction, and his first instinct was to look toward his sister. When he saw Rona Langdon looking as if she were about to collapse at the sight, his anger flared. "Jace Lennox, you've gone too far!"
"I'm talking to my woman. What the hell has it got to do with you!" The merciless words shot from Jace's mouth.
"Ate gunpowder for breakfast, Boss?"
