He was impulsive, impatient and reckless, yet he’d blown that to the moon. What had he been thinking? Jesus, the woman had sent his libido into overdrive with the mere touch of her skin. “Meeting in two hours,” Keir said. “Mandatory. Bring Rayne.” Kilter hit the white ball right off the table, and his cue dug into the green felt. Shit, he hated meetings. And Rayne didn’t need this crap right now. He heard a loud thump and glass breaking upstairs. Maybe someone else was pissed at having a meeting. He decided to find out from Keir what the meeting was about and inform him Rayne wasn’t attending. He walked upstairs and stopped. The library doors were closed and loud voices were coming from inside, which meant the cause of the ruckus. Keir was nowhere in sight. “When are you going back to Newfie land?” Jedrik asked, standing on the other side of the room.
