Page 215 of Knot What I Expected

Rowan snorts beside me. Justin flips him off.

“Uncle Sparky! You need to put a dollar in the swear jar!”

Matteo’s scandalized voice cuts through the clearing. Justin slowly lowers his middle finger.

“Sorry.”

I nearly choke on my cake. Rowan pounds me helpfully on the back while laughing his ass off.

“See?” he says. “Kid's already improving the place.”

“My son is not here to rehabilitate your language.”

“Too late, Honey Girl.”

I turn my head.

Big mistake.

Because Rowan is right there.

And he’s close.

Too close for my rapidly deteriorating self-control.

His blond hair is pulled up into a topknot that somehow looks ridiculously sexy on him. Those swirling tattoos make my fingers itch to trace them. They disappear beneath the sleeve of his black T-shirt, and I sigh, impatient to take it off him. Firelight catches the sharp planes of his face and turns those golden eyes almost molten.

Jesus.

This is one good looking man.

His gaze drops to my mouth. My stomach flips.

The matebond warms between us.

There.

That strange, beautiful firelight sensation I've been increasingly aware of since last night. His thigh presses against mine beneath the table.

Not accidentally.

Definitely not accidentally.

I take another bite of cake. His eyes follow the fork.

Oh. Oh, no.

I know that look.

“Stop.”

“Didn't do anything.”

“You're doing kissing eyes.”

His eyebrows shoot up.

“Not you too.”