Brian was still groggy from the long flight, but he didn't think he was hallucinating. There was something intimate between Myrna and this guy who had his hand wrapped around her arm.
The tall man turned and his eyes widened. "This has to be a joke, Myrna. Your new boyfriend is a thug?"
"He's not a thug," she whispered. "He's perfect."
"Am I interrupting something?" Brian asked, his brows raised in question.
Myrna's hands clenched into fists. Her entire body was shaking. He could see it from halfway across the room. Something wasn't right here. Who was this guy? And why was he touching Myrna with such familiarity? Had she actually been in such a hurry to return to Kansas City so she could rendezvous with some secret lover of hers? She'd known he was on his way. Surely she wasn't stupid enough to get caught this easily.
