"I was just curious." She shoved her hands into her pockets and gave Noah what she hoped was a sweet smile. "Just tell me what he did and I'll leave. Are you going to fire him? Can I watch?" "Fine." Rory didn't look happy, that was odd enough. He looked angry at her, and he was never angry with her. And his smile. It was tight. All teeth. When had he turned into a full-grown man on her? He wasn't a kid brother any longer. "He was staring at your ass! Now you deal with it." He turned and slammed out of the office, leaving her to stare at him in shock before she turned to meet Noah's amused gaze. "He was lying to me," she said. He grinned. Noah was absolutely entranced. Once again, he had to ask, though, what had happened to the Sabella he had known six years before. The one who never chipped a nail, and would have never, under any circumstances, butted into a male/male confrontation. "You have a fine ass," he stated, and knew she wasn't buying it. Her eyes narrowed. "And you're not going to tell me what he was chewing ass over?" Noah had to chuckle. "It was more in the way of a warning." He was treading a fine line. Nathan wasn't as dead as Noah might wish; he still had habits that had once been ingrained. One of those habits? Twirling that damned wrench as he tried to figure out a particular problem beneath the hood of a vehicle. She sniffed at his response. "Piss him off too far and I'll convince him to finally fire you." He had to grin at that one as he sauntered to the door. Before passing her, he stopped, lowered his head, and whispered, "And I caught you looking at my ass too. Maybe I should tell Rory on "