His gaze pointed murderously at Palmer’s grip on her arm. “Lord Palmer!” she said loudly. “What a pleasant surprise!” Nick’s gaze lifted to hers. Turn away, she begged him silently. Just go. He went back into the tavern, slamming the door. “Friend of yours?” Palmer asked. She tried to pull free, but his grip was like iron. God save her! The streets here were full of eyes. The last thing she needed was a savior coming to intercede on her behalf, and calling her by a name Palmer would not recognize. She laid her hand atop his, leaning into him in a welcoming manner. “Were you following me?” she asked with a smile. His lion’s eyes narrowed on her. “Obviously.” “Then you’ll drive me to Paddington Station?” A muscle ticked in his jaw. He glanced back toward the pub. “Perhaps I should introduce myself first.” No. Neddie’s was Nick’s home turf. No matter the cause, he would not cede an inch of ground in that place. If Palmer went inside and confronted him, matters would turn ugly in an instant.
