Leilani.
"Are you okay, Sweetcakes?" Jarek asked me for the nth time this night, but I simply nodded as I got out of his car and headed straight for the hotel's reception.
I had just arrived by the front desk, looking straight at the young woman with cropped jet black hair smiling warmly at me from behind her large desk when warm hands suddenly clamped around my wrist and spun me around so quickly, I nearly lost my footing.
I gasped. "Jarek, I said I am fine…" I began to say but stopped when he pinned with a look so intense, it had my mouth going dry for a second.
His eyes dropped to my lips for a second too long, but then he quickly looked away and sighed. "You don't look fine, Leilani. I am certain that that encounter with your godforsaken family at the party rattled you—"
I rolled my eyes. "Trust me, it didn't."
