"Why are you doing this?"
He stopped working and wiped his hands on a dish towel. His brown eyes searched my face in confusion. "You said you were hungry."
"No, not dinner. This thing...with me. Why are you doing it?"
Ryker popped a chunk of raw broccoli into his mouth and chewed before he answered. He was the only person I'd ever seen who could make food sexy. "I told you-"
"No bullshit. The real reason."
He swallowed, and his Adam's apple danced down his neck and back up. The tattoos expanded and then constricted; it was art in and of itself. The browns of his eyes swirled with golds and hints of green as his pupils pulsed and then dilated.
I expected some in-depth or detailed explanation for whatever had caused him to go protective alpha over a woman he didn't know.
He shrugge
