Rome’s amazing green eyes flicked to Harlow. “I’m here to protect you. I’m not rescuing any babies.”

Harlow raised a brow and looked at Gia. “Sounds like there’s a story.”

“There sure is, and ignore Mr. Grumpy Pants. He’d totally save a baby.”

A brunette entered the bar and rushed over to them. “Sorry I’m late. I was finishing up with a new exhibition.”

The woman wore a sleek, pink dress, her long brown hair framing her pretty face.

“Harlow, this is Haven. My best friend and my brother Rhys’ best decision.”

With a smile, Haven sat and shook Harlow’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Sorry to hear about your dad and everything.”

“Thanks.”

“I had my own problems a little while ago.” Haven ordered a martini, then launched into a story about a missing $100-million-dollar painting, a toxic ex, nasty bad guys, and trying to avoid falling in love with Rhys Norcross.

Gia swirled her drink. “Haven failed miserably on that last one. She was so busy swearing off men after her ex, she was totally blind to the fact that my brother had his eye on her.”

Haven smiled. “And then he kind of steamrolled me with his bossy, alpha-male hotness.”

Harlow made a sound. “Norcross men are good at that.”

“Rhys also kept me safe, rescued me, and loves me more than anyone ever has before.”

Harlow could practically see hearts in Haven’s pretty eyes. Harlow definitely wasn’t going anywhere near the L word.

“I’m so worried about my dad.”

Rome leaned closer. “Easton and the others will find him. Vander can find anyone.”

Harlow nodded. She wanted to believe that.

The women chatted about work—Gia owned a successful PR firm, and Haven was the curator at the Hutton Museum, which Easton’s company owned.

Glancing around the bar, Harlow spotted a woman with a fabulous pair of Jimmy Choos on. As she watched, the woman stopped talking midsentence, her mouth dropping open.

Harlow turned her head to follow the woman’s gaze, and her heart did a crazy dance against her ribs.

Easton, Vander, Rhys, and Saxon were walking across the bar.

She didn’t blame the woman for being rendered speechless.

They sure were an assault on the senses. Saxon—tall and elegant, with a gold gleam to his hair, and a blue shirt that set off his golden skin.

Rhys Norcross had his jacket off and slung over one shoulder. The top buttons of his white shirt were open, and he had messy, rock-star hair. He spotted Haven and a smile broke out on his handsome face. Wow. It was a doozy. Sexy, with a dash of charm and cheek. She was pretty sure all the women in the bar sighed at the sight of it.