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that.
Liar
.
    Thankfully no one was whistling or telling them to get a room. In fact, as the shadows faded from around them, she saw that everyone was going about their business as if nothing had happened.
    “Don’t leave the club without me,” he said. “Understand?”
    “I—I won’t.”
Except that I will.
Clearly noncommittal evasions weren’t going to work with this determined man.
    “And I’m following you home.”
    “Sure.”
Sorry. No can do.
    He crossed his arms over his chest. “You wouldn’t happen to be lying, would you?”
    “Of course not.”
Yes.
    “Good.”
    “Now if you’ll excuse me,” she said, raising her chin, “I have to return to work.”
    “Not yet. We haven’t discussed that kiss.”
    He was teasing. He had to be. “We don’t need to. It’s over. Done.”
    “Yeah, we do need to discuss it. You need to know that it won’t be happening again.”
    “Fine,” she said, hoping she sounded relieved rather than disappointed. Wishing she
felt
relieved rather than disappointed.
This is stupid.
All that darkness inside his eyes couldn’t be good. He was better off as a memory.
    “Believe me. It’s best this way,” he added, mirroring her thoughts. “I might be as temporary as Rowan, but I’m a hell of a lot more than you can handle.” With that, he strode away.

CHAPTER FOUR
    For two and a half weeks, Sean followed Gabby home. Well, to the address she’d given her former boss. From the very first, she had known Sean was following her—even though she’d ducked out of the club, trying not to draw his notice. But notice her he had. Every damn time. He was always hyperaware of her and knew the moment she split. He’d race out and be on her tail in seconds, not even attempting to hide.
    Well, until she reached her supposed destination.
    She would park, exit her car, and wave him on. Wave—aka flip him off. He would drive forward, pulling shadows around the vehicle and hiding his location. When she would lose sight of him, she would reenter her car and head home. To her real home. Again, he would follow—but those times she had no idea.
    Tonight was no different.
    She exited and “waved.”
    He waved back, fighting a grin, and eased his Tahoe forward.
    The tattoos around his eyes burned as he scanned the surrounding area. No one but him probably noticed,but the plumes of darkness branching in every direction were writhing and groaning, desperate to avoid the light of the moon and street lamps.
    Come to me,
he beseeched them.
    They didn’t hesitate. As if they’d merely been waiting for the invitation, they danced toward him, flattening against his car, shielding it—and thereby him—from prying eyes.
    “Freaks me out every damn time you do that,” Rowan said as he crawled into the front passenger seat. For the first time, Sean’s friend had accompanied him to “keep you from doing something you’ll regret.” Not that Gabby had known. Rowan had lain in the backseat the entire drive. “I can’t see a damn thing.”
    “I can.” Sean’s gaze could cut through shadows as easily as a knife through butter.
    Gabby was in the process of settling behind the wheel of her car. Though more than two weeks had passed since their kiss, they hadn’t touched again. Not even a brush of fingers.
    He was becoming desperate for more.
    That kiss . . . it was the hottest of his life. He’d forgotten where he was, what—and who—was around him. He’d never,
never,
risked discovery like that. But that night, having Gabby so close, those lush lips of hers parted and ready, those brown eyes watching him as if he were something delicious, he’d been unable to stop himself. He’d beckoned the shadows around them, meshed their lips together, touched her in places a man should only touch a woman in private, and tasted her.
    Oh, had he tasted her. Sugar and lemon. Which meant she’d been sipping lemonade during herbreaks. Lemonade had never been sexy to him before. Now he was addicted