Miss Hillary Schools a Scoundrel
“Drew’s scrutiny made her uncomfortable. It was as if he followed her every movement. To battle the riotous beating of her heart, she drained her glass of wine. Drew refilled her goblet the moment it touched the tablecloth, earning a suspicious glower from her. Yet, halfway through the second glass, waves of warmth washed over her and her nerves dissipated some.
Several minutes later, Phoebe groaned as she struggled to her feet with the assistance of her husband. “Lana, please forgive me, but I must retire early.”
Lana swallowed against her rising panic. “Oh, of course. I’ll be all right.”
Drew placed his arm on the back of Lana’s chair. “I will see that she makes it safely to her room.” A seductive glint in his sea blue eyes made Lana’s stomach flip.
“I-I might retire early as well,” she said.
“An even better idea,” Drew murmured where only she could hear.
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