s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He was p

said, his voice booming with good cheer. "A young

lite smile fixed in pla

itting across the table. He stood up as the

ark, pushed back from a face that was all sharp angles and hard lines. But it was his eyes th

Harrison announced, his tone carr

s the cold and distant fiancé her father had forced upon her. A man who treat

lue eyes. It was there and gone in a flash, so fast she almost mi

hand. "Happy bir

gh rumble that vibrated

e past, she had recoiled from this man, seeing him a

er palm against his. His s

hers. It wasn't painful, but it was insistent. Like he was tr

eyes narrowing slightly.

outh twitched. "Ang

ngelo on the back. "I'll leav

enough to keep Greggory at bay. Angelo Molina was a fortress. If she played her cards

ery micro-expression. Then, his focus dropped. It ling

the stiff leather of her new heels. A small, an

s face deepened, and for a second, the

tle move, but his tall frame effectively blocked the line of sight from the densest part of the crowd in the center of the room, cr

ive, protective gesture. It was a small thi

ched the tall, dark figure of Angelo Molina stand so close

dug into her palms, her knuckles white. "Who does

t of the corner of her eye. A cold

lo, raising it slightly in his direction. The gestur

she said, her voice c

s, his eyes never leaving

e he was looking right through the carefully constructed ar

he wasn't used to being seen. She quick

ed smoothly, using it as an excu

g at the small of her back without actually touching her, g

an approving nod a

o a dull roar. Angelo's hand finally settled on her waist

led the small space-clean cedar and something

man wasn't just a cold businessman. There was something else t

. And she wasn't entirely sure he wasn