Chapter 5

Samuel frowned, his brows knitting together as his eyes shifted past me and landed on James, who had just walked back holding a bottle of water.

James was around 6'2", tall and lean, with sharp brows, striking eyes, and a clean, refined look that made him stand out in any crowd.

The tension snapped tight the second their eyes met. James closed the distance between us in two long strides, stepping in front of me protectively. His voice was cold and steady.

"That's funny," he said. "I didn't realize Mr. Foster had a thing for my wife."

Samuel's voice came…