Chapter 148

As the words left his lips, Dean noticed Wyneth's intent to shed her shawl. His face shifted instantly, and he reached out to stop her, his hand capturing her slender, pale wrist.

"What?" Wyneth asked, surprised by his action.

His expression turned serious. "Don't remove it. There may be people in some of these cars."

"But I'm dressed underneath."

"That doesn't matter," Dean insisted. "The style of your dress—isn't it a spaghetti strap? It's too revealing."

Wyneth reminded him, "Dean, wasn't it you who picked this dress for me? Besides, what era are we in now? It's just a bare shoulder."

Still, Dean was stubborn. "It's not appropriate." He scanned their surroundings, then gritted his teeth in frustration. "I won't let those bastards take advantage of my sister." After saying this, he took it upon himself to tighten Wyneth's shawl a bit more. "Wear it a bit tighter. Don't give those sleazy men a chance."

This intimate exchange did not escape Hayden's attention. Dexter subtly glan