He stops and turns to me, cupping my face in both of his hands. “If and maybe?” He shakes his head. “Shay, he’s an absolute fool for letting you go. And a bigger fool if he had to see me with you to figure that out.”

I swallow hard. “Thank you.”

He narrows his eyes. “But you don’t believe it, do you? You don’t realize that you deserve better than some prick who couldn’t even be bothered to wait until you were ready and tried to pressure you into having sex with him.”

I blink at him. “You remember that?”

“Of course I do. I had to use all my restraint not to fly home and give him a piece of my mind.” He turns in the direction Steve left, glaring. “I’m afraid to ask what happened.”

I laugh. “I was with him for two and a half years. What do you think happened?”

He releases a low growl and rolls his shoulders back, but I squeeze his wrist. I don’t want him to pummel poor Steve.

“It didn’t happen that week. He waited until I was ready.” I tug on Easton’s arm until he meets my eyes again. “Please get that look off your face.”

“What look?”

“That big-brother protective look. Stop. We’re in Paris. Watching you get arrested for homicide would really put a damper on an otherwise lovely evening.”

His lips twitch. “You think that’s my big-brother look?”

“Isn’t it? You’re as bad as Carter, trying to scare off any guy who looks at me.” I blow out a breath. “It’s no wonder you two get along so well. You both wanted me to be a virgin forever.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “I . . . never said I wanted that.”

My cheeks heat, and I really want to change the subject. I turn away, shivering a little. The sun has set, and the air’s cooled.

Then Easton’s behind me, holding me, his warmth seeping into my back. “Trust me, Shay. I’ve never thought of you as a little sister.” He blows out a breath, and I feel it against my ear. “I want to kiss you again.”

My stomach twists. He’s only here because he hated the idea of Steve ruining my trip. He’s swooping in to play the hero, but that doesn’t make this real. I crane my neck to see his face. “Don’t ruin this with your pity kisses, East.”

He spins me in his arms and tilts my face up with one big hand. His eyes are darker than before, his lips parted. I want to feel those lips again. “Is that what you think this is? Even when I said it wasn’t? Is that what you thought it was about when I touched you on New Year’s Eve?”

My face burns. We’ve never talked about that night.