We continued walking.
A group of young women passed us, whispering behind their hands. One of them looked at me, then at Damon, and said something that made her friends giggle so Damon stopped.
I grabbed his arm before he could turn around.
“Don't.” I said.
“They're talking about you.” He said.
“People talk. It's one of their less attractive hobbies.” I said.
“They're being disrespectful.” He said.
“And you're about to make an entire town nervous because someone looked at me.” I said and his jaw tightened.
I leaned closer, lowering my voice.
“Damon, if you start threatening everyone who looks in my direction, I'll be forced to pretend I don't know you.” I said.
“You wouldn't dare.” He said.
“Try me.” I said.
He stared at me for several seconds before releasing a frustrated brea
