He stilled, holding his breath as he read it and looked at the picture.The second time he read it, his jaw clenched. The third time he barely resisted putting a fist in the wall. Imogen takes Dirk back! He crinkled the newspaper in his fist. What the hell? Why was Imogen holding this man’s hand?Holding his hand? Merrick glared at the picture. She was practically pressing herself against the man.That body was his, and no one else was entitled access to it.Who was the man? His tiger urged him to maul the other guy. His tiger urged him to claim Imogen, to put his mark on her so everyone knew she was his.Which was insane, given their situation.His phone rang, and he grabbed it. “What?” he growled.There was startled silence on the other end, and then his secretary said, “I’m sorry to disturb you, sir, but the meeting you have scheduled with Lord Watley starts in five minutes.”Bloody hell—he forgot about that the moment he opened the paper and saw Imogen’s picture. He rubbed the back of his neck.
