Zeenare stood back, watching her, fully concentrated shooting every target with her brow arched, shooting with one hand. It made her look fiercely determined and utterly adorable.
He found himself smiling uncontrollably, the sight warm and cozy in his chest.
Suddenly, a tall, impeccably groomed man in a crisp white shirt leaned in towards Rhea, momentarily breaking her concentration.
"Excuse me," the guy shouted over the music, a smooth, practiced line in his voice, "but you're incredible. Are you here with anyone? I'd love to buy you a drink."
Rhea finally stopped, panting slightly, wiping a stray bead of sweat from her temple. She glanced from the hopeful stranger to Zeenare, whose jaw was suddenly granite-hard, his eyes narrowed, giving off an almost palpable, possessive heat. He took a subtle step forward, his hands flexing at his sides.
A scoff unintentionally escaped Rhea as she munched on the laugh threatening to spill. Her heart throwing an happy flip.
