“Balor, Balor, Balor,” I say, shaking my head.
“What?” Jillian rests her chin on my shoulder.
I turn to kiss her before I answer, “Balor’s got certain…tastes.”
“In women?”
“Aye.”
Her long fingers stretch out pointing at the screen. “A woman who costs twenty-grand?”
I bite my lower lip, not wanting to advertise that my brother’s got a thing for high-price escorts.
At twenty-grand, that’s the highest I’ve ever seen him pay. Dangerous men own women who cost that much.
The bodyguard… The heat.
I can only imagine what kind of trouble this twenty-grand woman has gotten Balor into.