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“Could I ask you something?”
He nods.
“Are you actually enjoying yourself tonight?”
He spins me gently, his eyes fixed on me, no expression or emotion in them—yet they’re not entirely blank.
“I am, yes.”
“It took you a while to respond.”
“There’s a fine line between enjoying and tolerating. Sometimes I have to think back and figure out which one it is,” he tells me with utmost sincerity.
“Doesn’t that mean you’re at the cusp of toleration?” I ask.
“Close.”
“Why?”
He actually narrows his eyes on me for a split second, but they seem to brighten up afterwards.
“If you’re wondering if it has to do with the company—it doesn’t.”
I smile, and he does too. There’s a sharp, brutal beauty about this man, and I can’t help but wonder what type of person he’ll end up with. If any.
“The type of entertainment I enjoy is slightly different from this. But I like this atmosphere, surrounded by people I’m familiar with. Minus your parents, although they seem nice.” He turns his head, catching a glimpse of my mother, hands in the air, dancing to a different song in her head. “Although your mother seems… interesting.”
I giggle and swallow it when he turns his attention back to me. “Yes, Mamma is quite a character.”
He gives me a polite smile, and I know instantly that this thread of conversation is over.
“How areyoudoing?”
He’s not asking me about the wedding, the look in his strange blue eyes that seep into hazel is too intense for that.
“Better. Thank you for asking.”
“But you’re not comfortable here.”
“Comfortable?” I cock my head.
“With the unknown about Bartiste. With everything that happened.”
If he wasn’t leading this dance, I think my feet would stop moving involuntarily.
“Is it bittersweet,” he continues, turning his gaze to the room, “knowing that this will be the last—”
“Excuse me,” Ronan interrupts, just as my heart falls to my damn feet.
“Of course.” Carter stops moving, his gaze back on me, but his unfinished words linger between us as he lets go and steps back. “Thank you for the dance, Mrs. Hennessey.”
I take a deep breath, forcing a smile. “My pleasure.”
Ronan pulls me against him, my hand in his, while his other presses on my lower back. There is no way I could miss his hard cock against my belly. How the hell has he been walking around with that thing on display?
“Ronan…”
“I think it’s time to go,” he interrupts, towering over me.
