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She frowned. “What do you see?”
“You prefer to keep your fantasy that I’m a decent man who just needs a decent woman to straighten me out.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” She snapped her teeth together as they swayed to the music. Oh how satisfying to feel her body moving with his. He wished he could take her home to his bed now, to use what was left of his energy for lovemaking.
“Don’t get quiet now,” he teased. “You were going to let me have it. You always pull back before drawing blood.”
“Is that what you like?”
“I’m not sure. Try me.”
She glared instead, and he grinned. Sometimes he forgot to be angry, and a little of his old joy in life peeked through when he was with her. Not that he would admit that to another human being, least of all her.
“No?” He shifted his weight a bit and touched his lips to the top of her head. A satisfying tremor shook her, and he suppressed another smile. No need to give onlookers ideas about him. “We could go to a private room.”
She brought her hands up to his chest but must have realized if she pushed him, he might not be able to recover. For the moment, he was fine with her thinking he was so weak as to let himself fall in the middle of a party. At least it kept her in his arms.
“I’m not leaving the party.”
He looked down at her, eyebrows raised as if he couldn’t figure out what the problem might be. “You’ve spent the better part of six months in my room, most of it in my bed.”
A small unfeminine-like growl escaped her. Then again maybe it was feminine—like a feline. “Don’t make it sound like we were…”
“Like?”
She sighed. “You’re enjoying yourself with this party, huh? I’m glad. Your family has been very excited about your progress.”
“Uh-uh, beautiful. We’re not making this about my family.” He glanced over her head and met eyes full of rage that were focused on them. His curiosity rose. “Who is the man killing me with his eyes over there?”
Solette stiffened and then glanced over her shoulder. He watched as she went through some internal struggle, but he wasn’t entirely sure what it consisted of. After a moment, she turned back toward him and stared off into the distance beyond his shoulder. “I’m sure your people did a thorough background check, Cason. You probably know all there is to know about him.”
“I’m asking who he is…to you.”
She paused again, and he tightened his hold on her waist. He was tempted to go even farther just to hack off the guy but decided to wait for Solette to explain.
“He’s a friend.”
His patience thinned. “What kind of friend? Are you lovers?”
“No.” She answered quickly, then must have thought better of it. “We—”
He lowered his voice. “Did you bring him as protection?”
Her gaze flew to his. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating.”
“I beg to differ. Should I hazard a guess?”
“Stop teasing me, Cason, or we’re going to stop dancing right now.”
“Teasing is all a part of the fun. I thought you said I should get back to the way I was, that I should find happiness in life again.”
She looked to his left. “You have Bambi for the kind of fun and happiness you’re looking for.”
“Jealousy doesn’t become you, little mouse.”
She wrenched from his arms, and Cason had no choice but to let her go. He nearly lost his balance as she whirled away from him and stormed across the dance floor. Romy noticed and started for him, but Cason held up his hand. His brother stopped, but his gaze never left Cason. Irritation rose in him. He was sick to the gills of having them feel sorry for him. How much pr
ogress did he have to make before Romy stopped looking at him like that?
