Slade asked. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” “That area was getting a bit crowded for me and I didn’t see you at the bar.” “There was a guy, where I left you, limping away, holding his testicles.” He narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t happen to have anything to do with that, did you?” “I have my limits like everyone,” she replied with a sweet smile. “But I don’t want to talk about that on our wedding night. I’ll tell you tomorrow, okay?” Slade appraised her as if his radar had just gone off. “Ca-ait.” He dragged her name out in two syllables and balled his hands into fists. “What did he do?” Slade had already turned back in the direction where they had been. “I’ve taken care of it and I’m not going to let you ruin our wedding night.” Slade’s nostrils flared and his breathing escalated. “Did he touch you?” His eyes had narrowed to slits and a vein throbbed on the side of his neck. Uh oh, she’d only seen him this angry once before, when a drunk private grabbed her ass as they were walking home one night.
