His to Protect

Rowan's hand closed firmly around Sloane's wrist, pulling her protectively behind him.

At the sight of his broad back, Sloane's nose tingled. 'He saved me, again.'

The usually impeccable Rowan was slightly disheveled, strands of hair out of place. Dane and Brock exchanged looks.

'When was the last time Mr. Sinclair lost his temper like this? The Kensingtons have guts, messing with him. They must h