"Kimber!" A voice bellowed. Then she heard stomping in the rest of the house.
A bolt of gladness and relief struck her. "Deke?" She had only to say his name once and he appeared in the doorframe, filling the space with his massive shoulders and huge presence. His breath rose and fell in heavy, angry pants. He swayed on his feet. Those blue eyes of his zeroed in on her wrapped in Luc's arms. They stripped her clothes off with a glance. Immediately, her nipples beaded. She swallowed.
"You're drunk," Luc bit out in disapproval beside her.
