“You’ve got great legs.” His knuckles skim along the side of my leg, coming to rest on my hip, under my T-shirt.

I suck in a breath, knowing I should back away but somehow unable to.

He waits for my reaction, fixated on me. When I don’t move, his eyes glitter, knowing I decided not to move, and he squeezes my hip. The heat of his skin on mine spreads through my body like a spiderweb.

“They’re distracting when you wear a skirt or a dress.” His voice is as rough as the stone beneath my feet.

“Is that why you’re such an asshole to me?” The words slip out of my mouth.

A deep chuckle leaves his lips. “No, that’s just because my brothers think I need a babysitter, and you were chosen for the job. It’s nothing personal.”