Page 128 of Knot What I Expected

The brunette reaches for the hem of his T-shirt.

She actually gets two fingers against his stomach before Havoc jerks away like she tried to burn him. A snarl rips out of him.

“Get your fucking hands off me.”

The room goes silent.

Instantly.

Every giggle dies.

Every drunken smile disappears.

Havoc straightens to his full, terrifying height. His eyes blaze gold.

“I said I'm not a fucking stripper. And I don’t remember giving you permission to put your hands anywhere near me.”

The brunette's hand drops.

“I—I was just⁠—”

“I don't give a fuck what you were doing. Don't fucking touch me.”

Something hot and embarrassingly pleased unfurls inside my chest.

His gaze immediately finds mine. And the aggression changes. Doesn't disappear.

Just... redirects.

His thumb strokes once over the inside of my wrist.

“There’s only one woman’s hands I want on me. I came here for Gabby.”

Oh.

My.

Goddess.

The entire room might as well disappear.

Lindsey blinks.

“Wait. Are you saying you actually came here for her?”

Havoc bares his teeth.

“Damn straight. You got a problem with that?”

“What? Um. No.” The bride-to-be sputters.

“Good. Not that I give a shit if you do.”

My pulse is pounding so hard I'm certain he can hear it.

He came here for me.

After disappearing for days. After fighting a wildfire. After getting hurt badly enough that I can smell healing flesh beneath his clean soap and Wolf scent.