"Storm!"
The studious-looking man who bellowed my mate's name rushes over to us, and Storm lets go of my arm and is picked up from the ground and twirled around.
I growl before I even register my displeasure, and laughing, my mate tells the accoster to put him down.
"Tomas, you better put him down before his mate annihilates you," Zane calls drily from his perch on the loveseat.
This is Tomas? I admit I'm a little surprised. Considering Zane's personality, I didn't expect this tall, handsome man who looked like a strict CEO, dressed in a suit with green eyes hiding behind fashionable glasses.
I look up and notice he was also sizing me up as I was him. Apparently satisfied, he grins at me, losing some of his strict businessman appearance when dimples flash from both cheeks.