"What the fuck is your problem?" Sterrin hissed, even though her stomach tightened at the sight and the smell and the feel of him this close. It was hard not to look at him and remember lots and lots of wonderful things. Lots of bad things too.
"No problem," he said as he looked at Erin again. "Bloody hell, you always did know how to pick 'em. Hello gorgeous," he said as he brushed past Sterrin to Erin, a look of stunned awe on his face. "Ya look like a goddess, you do."