“Amanda.”

She swiveled to find Lance holding his arms out to her from where he lay sprawled familiarly on the couch.

It was odd… he played himself off as a sex toy, but in some lights and from the right angle he looked just like a strong and competent man.

She cocked a brow at him and he sighed, unrelentingly insistent. “Pretend all you want, lover, but I feel it. Come here.”

She huffed, but gave in and curled into his embrace. And for just a second she could believe a pair of solid arms capable of sheltering a girl.