"With that furrow between your brows like you're not happy about something, and that little vein popping out near your temple is a dead giveaway, too." That I could read him so well already was shocking.
His stiff shoulders relaxed, and the look on his face turned to concern.
"I would just feel better if you didn't have to work at The Back Door in the evenings."
I'd never had a man be so protective over me, and as much as I appreciated the gesture—and even secretly liked it—I wasn't some delicate, weak female who needed to depend on a man, for anything.
"Raven works there in the evenings," I pointed out.
"And so does Remy," he shot back, jamming his hands on his hips.
"He's there to take her home every night and make sure she gets there safely."
"Oh, my God," I said incredulously, and tossed my hands up in the air in frustration. "You're being a caveman, Caleb."
