I watched them quietly.
This was not protective concern, but jealousy. Pure jealousy.
He could not bear the thought of another man touching what he believed belonged to him.
“You are not leaving dressed like that,” Jareth growled.
“Watch me.”
Luvena turned toward the door.
“Stop.”
Jareth rushed forward and grabbed her arm. His expression looked desperate.
He glanced at me, then back at her, his mind racing for a solution that would keep both of us satisfied.
“Come with us,” he suddenly said.
I blinked.
“Excuse me?”
Jareth turned to me, forcing a strained smile.
“Let her join us on the cruise, Shara.”
“No,” I answered calmly. “Why would she come? This is our evening. A romantic dinner.”
“Come on, honey,” Jareth said anxiously. “You know how she is. She’s still young. If she goes alone to a club she might get into trouble. Her brother would blame me if something happened. It is safer if she stays with us.”
“She’s an adult,” I replied, folding my arms. “She can make her own choices. I do not want a third person on our date.”