Watching Nathan Moore's affectionate actions, Logan Ray's fingers clutching his wine glass whitened.
The woman he loves the most, now in the arms of another man, is the greatest insult and provocation for any man.
Besides, he's not being loved, but… insulted and looked down upon.
"Nathan Moore, is threatening a woman what a real man does?"
"Threatening?" Nathan Moore repeated with interest, then lowered his gaze to the woman in his arms, his knuckle distinctively lifting Titus Zane's chin to make her look him in the eye.
A hint of a smile lifted the corners of his lips, almost imperceptible.
"Have I threatened you, hmm?"
"No." Titus Zane, looking up, met Nathan Moore's emotionless gaze, her eyelashes trembling.
Unwilling to meet Logan Ray's eyes, in her twenty-eight years, this was the first time Titus Zane found herself so spineless.
