"Home, baby. I'm taking you home," Thomas said. He didn't spare a glance at Harry, but knew Harry wouldn't dare to object or crack a wise ass comment. Justine was serious business, where Thomas was concerned. He'd nearly killed her, and she'd saved his life.
His eyes raked over her form. She was simply beautiful. More so than other women. he was biased, sure. but it was true enough. Any fool could see how gorgeous she was, even in men's clothing.