(Author's POV)
Gavin Sterling stood with his back to the man in the jacket, facing her, his expression completely neutral.
"I've been looking for you," he said. "Sorry I'm late."
"Hey-" the other man started.
"She's with me." Gavin didn't turn around. He said it the way he probably said things in court - not loudly, just with a finality that left no room for argument.
The man muttered something and left.
Olivia looked up at Gavin. The bar lights were slightly blurry at the edges. His collar was still open from earlier, the same slight dishevelment she'd noticed at the restaurant.
She didn't think about it. She just reached up, looped both arms around his neck, and pressed her face into the curve of his throat. His pulse was warm against her cheek. Her lips grazed his throat as she m
