Ollie didn't even get to finish his masterpiece.
Just as he reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind the noble lady's ear, his hand froze mid-air.
The world suddenly went dark.
A familiar, warm hand covered his eyes, and before he could react, an arm wrapped firmly around his waist. A broad palm settled against his abdomen, pulling him back with quiet, steady force.
Kyle had heard enough.
There was no way he was letting this continue.
The ladies gasped. Their eyes widened as they stared at the sudden intrusion.
The blonde stiffened in surprise. For a brief second, he panicked. But then he was pulled flush against a solid chest, the warmth and weight grounding him almost instantly.
Then the hand over his eyes lifted.
But instead of the chocolate bar, his brother, or the ladies—
All he saw was Kyle.
Looking down at him.
