Instead of doing as I ask, he grabs my outstretched hand in his own and inspects it closely, his brow lowered as he concentrates.
“The hell are you doing, Zade?”
The slightest curl to his lips and my mouth instantly dries. I’ll never get over how easily he morphs from man to beast.
“Just trying to picture what ring would look best on your finger,” he says lightly. As if he didn’t just send my heart flying into my throat.