Chapter 14: Even Heroes Have a Weakness for Beauty

"Lewis Casson, are you trying to get yourself killed?" Elle Cutmore, cheeks burning with embarrassment and anger, swung a kick at him. Lewis dodged easily, wearing a lazy grin. "Relax, Ms. Cutmore. I'm not about to die. I still have to be here to look after you." He spoke loudly enough for nearby diners to hear. People kept glancing between the two of them, and whispers rippled through the room. Elle didn't want to make a scene. She shot Lewis a fierce glare, reined in her temper, and walked...