KANE
Mona plopped down beside him in the private booth, grinning up at him.
His brown blonde hair looked so soft. Was it soft? She had the sudden, overwhelming urge to touch it.
Kane turned his head, fixing her with a look.
A dark, unreadable, entirely too intense look.
Her heart stuttered.
"Stop looking at me like that," she blurted out.
His lips twitched. "Like what?"
"Like a—a predator. Like you're waiting for me to say something stupid so you can pounce."
Kane chuckled, shaking his head. He lifted his glass, swirling the amber liquid inside before taking a slow sip.