Ram was in no mood for bullshit but it sat on his patio in the form of one of the nastiest motherfuckers he’d encountered. “My, my,” Uriel said. “And you think I’m nasty.” “Uri, I don’t have time for your crap. Stay out of my mind. What do you want?” “Where’s Osce?” “How the fuck should I know?” Ram should have known. But right now he didn’t care. He’d swept Yael from the dance floor and returned to his bed without thinking about the other couple. Osce would take care of Patricia. There was no question about that. Only problem was how might he do it. Not any worse than Peter, that’s for sure. His concern was how to get Yael back. Into his home and his bed. Shit, what a mess. Why couldn’t he leave it alone? She did have a right to friends of her own but not like the bastard who hit on her at the club. He’d collected from his mind every detail of what he wanted to do to his sweet Yael. And Ram would have none of it. It was what every man would want to do with her and he couldn’t stop it.
