“Did you see the way she looked at you?” He shook his head. “Guess you won’t be tapping that for a while.” Devlin could see himself grabbing the guy again and slamming Hugh’s smirking face into the bar top. Keep your fucking control. Because, yes, he had seen the horror in Julianna’s eyes. She’d looked at him…and had she seen Jeremy? “Jealousy.” Hugh grinned. “Gets you every damn time.” The bastard had deliberately taunted him. Devlin could see that now. He could also see that Hugh wasn’t just some brain dead muscle doing dirty work for Heather. This guy is sly. He’s playing me. Had he played Heather, too? “I ain’t got anything to say to you,” Hugh pointed to the door—a door that Lex was currently entering. “So you and your buddy can get your asses out of here. Before I get my buddy the bartender—” He paused and looked around, seeming to realize that the bartender was nowhere to be seen. “Before I get him to call the cops on you.” “Do it,”
