It was impossible to miss being watched, even if Briar hadn't had to spent much time looking over his shoulder for several years. He hadn't needed to, even when his instincts said otherwise. He was safe, as his sisters always reminded him when he felt like he wasn't. They weren't there to remind him now, so he had to be on his guard more than he would be at home. So of course he noticed her looking.

He'd mind less if he'd invited her to do it. She was pretty much exactly the sort of girl he'd normally be trying to seduce.

Adding a few labels to his own drying, Briar's eyes flicked toward the girl beside him. "Has no one ever taught you not to stare at folk?"

He didn't really mind, though. Only because she was pretty.