“She's after you," Zara blurted out, putting to one side for later consideration the fact he knew her so well. "You probably don't even realize it because you don't speak bitch." Jay's voice took on a deep, steady warmth that made Zara's knees weak. "There's only one woman I want." "I hope it's me or someone's getting a four-inch stiletto through the throat," she muttered under her breath.” JealousyHands OffMy ManBloodthirsty Book:The Singles Table Source: The Singles Table