The warrior’s blue gaze locked with hers, his chiseled face twisting into a deep frown. A beat later, he looked away, scanning the crowd for the unknown offender.
“It’s no one,” she rushed to assure him. “And I’m perfectly fi—”
“It was Yorke, wasn’t it?” Megan assumed before Ro could finish.
Hearing this, Brody’s focus slid from Ro to his little sister, and back. Serious, skilled, deadly eyes bore into hers so deeply, sointensely, she wanted to crawl out of her skin and hide.
“Meg!” She shot her friend a look of betrayal.
Since her meetings with Clayton had all taken place at Cup of Joe, Megan had witnessed the man’s bold advances on more than one occasion. When she’d expressed her concern, Ro had insisted she could handle him and made her swear not to breathe a word of it to the guys.
“Who the fuck is Yorke?” Christian jumped in next. “And why was he touching you?”
This was followed by Jagger’s nonchalantly spoken, “Don’t care about the why, darlin’. Just point me in the right direction.”
“Wait. We’re…fightin’? Why didn’t somebody tell…me?” Cade’s slurring was at an all-time high as he attempted to push himself to his feet.
Attemptedbeing the operative word.
Moving with slow, uncoordinated motions, the inebriated man knocked over an empty glass and nearly toppled his chair as he stood. Springing into action, Megan rushed to help the Delta operator back into his seat.
And still, Brody and the others were staring her down, waiting for her to answer Christian’s question.
Way to go monopolize the evening, Ro. Great job. Really.
She wasn’t trying to make tonight about her. Not even a little bit. But being friends with the men of Delta was like having six older, very muscular, veryoverprotectivebig brothers.
And right now—apart from an oblivious Cade—they all looked like they were chomping at the bit to beat a certain billionaire’s ass. All she’d have to do is say the word, and…
Ro raised a palm to hold off the angry mob. “Easy, fellas. It was nothing, and it’s over.”
Naturally, Brody disagreed.
“Clayton Yorke,” he announced the name to the group. “Asshole grabbed her wrist when she tried walking away.”
The rest of the group nearly exploded in a collective and pissed off,“What?”
Liam, who’d still been sitting, rose to his feet much faster than a man of his size should be capable.
Defuse, Ro. De-freaking-fuse!
“You came up in the middle of a conversation and then took the whole thing out of context!” she practically shouted at Brody.
The first part of what she’d said was true. The second, not so much. Not that she was about to admit it to him or the others.
“I saw and heard enough to know you turned the bastard down, and he wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer,” Brody seethed.
“There’s a shocker.”
Every man there—including Cade—spun their gazes in Megan’s direction.
Serious, skilled, deadly eyes waited for the woman to explain while Ro closed her eyes and hung her head between her shoulders.
Damnit, Meg. You promised.
“What’s that mean?” Brody demanded of his sister.
“Just that this isn’t the first time the creep’s made a pass at Ro.”