Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
"One daughter who's my youngest, Erin. She couldn't be here tonight. And three sons. Nick lives in the city although he told me he couldn't make it tonight, either," she said with an expression that Angie couldn't read. "And my youngest son, Garrett, is out of the country. But, of course, Courtney is here and she's like a daughter to me as well."
"Y'all must be very close then," Angie said, not knowing how to reply and wondering for a brief moment what it must have been like for Damian to have grown up with so many siblings. She herself was an only child and having a sibling was something that she missed when she had time to think about it.
"Well, I've raised her since she was seventeen. Her mother was my best friend."
"I'm so sorry," Angie said, not really knowing how to respond, as an anguished look crossed the other woman's face. It held so much pain that Angie assumed the girl had been orphaned. She glanced away to give her hostess a second to regain her composure.
As her eyes landed across the room, Angie noticed a tall man enter from a side door. He looked around, as if he were taking in everything the room held with a single glance. She sucked in a breath as she recognized his undeniable resemblance to Damian.
Once Mrs. Rule regained her composure and began talking about her youngest son and his travels, Angie surreptitiously watched as the newcomer slid behind Courtney on silent feet and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. The younger girl's face paled as she froze in place but didn't move, and the man, unquestionably one of Damian's brothers, leaned down and whispered something close to her ear. The girl's face drained of all color and then immediately filled with heat, and before Angie could make out anything more, the man abruptly pulled her from the room.
The maneuver was accomplished so quickly and silently that Angie doubted anyone else had noticed. Damian didn't appear to realize that the woman who'd been standing next to him was no longer there as he continued conversing with the men around him.
Mrs. Rule excused herself to check on dinner, and immediately, the man who'd been hovering next to Angie zeroed in on her, making her hackles rise. He slid his slimy gaze up and down her body and her stomach curdled in reaction. "So, you cut hair for a living?" he questioned in a pretentious, nasally tone.
Angie took an obvious step back from him. "Yeah."
His eyes gleamed, making her feel a bit more nauseated. "Do you give massages too?"
Angie never had time to form an answer or, for that matter, feel insulted. An arm snaked around her waist from behind as she was pulled into a hard, warm body that had about as much give as finely tempered steel. "Robertson," Damian hissed under his breath. "I don't believe I care for your tone or your question."
Angie saw the blood drain from the other man's face as he took a step back. "I didn't mean anything by it."
"No?" Damian bit out.
"I was only trying to make conversation."
The harsh look on Damian's features made a lie of the congenial nod he gave. "You know, I've never cared for you. I've put up with you only because my mother seems to enjoy your company." Angie felt his fingers tighten on her waist as his words turned menacing. "But all bets are off if you attempt, in any way, to fuck with my girl here. You insult her one more time, you'll find yourself without a friend in this city so fast it'll make your head spin. You get me, man?"
The other man's face turned a whiter shade of pale. "Yeah."
Robertson turned and fled the room, and Angie was left semi-alone with Damian, his arm still wrapped around her. She swallowed and tried to digest the scene that had just taken place. "Wow," she said as she turned toward him, facing him while his other arm came around to enclose her entirely within his grasp. "And I thought that I could act." She tapped him on the shoulder, because she was floored and didn't know what else to do. "That was amazing."
He stared down at her for a moment too long and Angie felt her insides turn to mush. His voice when he answered was deep and sure. "That wasn't acting." He shook his head as if to clear it. "I don't know what the fuck it was, but it wasn't acting."
With that, he grabbed her by the hand and led her into the dining room to join the others who were congregating there.
Chapter Three
The limo pulled in front of her apartment and idled, the privacy screen drawn up to provide a seclusion that Angie wasn't quite comfortable with. The rest of the evening had been long and tedious, only because Angie's nerves were affected. After the scene with the Robertson guy, the party had sailed smoothly with everyone else accepting her and including her as if she were one of them.