Chapter 40

"Excuse me," Simon grated out, his dark eyes blazing a challenge that would have shriveled any last scrap of foolhardy courage. "This dance with Sara is mine."

Kevin not only didn't dispute the claim, he didn't even check with Sara if she wanted to be passed over to Simon. He dropped her like a hot coal and back-tracked off the dance floor, gesturing for Simon to take her over. Which he did, with a speed that almost swept her off her feet. Pressed to another male body—a very different male body— Sara struggled against the flood of excitement it stirred, a rebellious sense of pride insisting that she shouldn't surrender to it willy nilly.

"You didn't ask for my permission, Simon," she fired at him, her eyes defying his arrogance in assuming he could keep her waiting for hours and still do whatever he wanted with her.

"No, I didn't." He returned her challenge with blistering mockery. "You can reject me if you want to."

She burned. From head to toe she burned