Chapter 25

Before she could speculate further on the cause of his displeasure, the maître d’ opened a door at the far end of the room and stood to one side while he waited for them to go through.

Camille held back, quivering from head to toe like a thoroughbred about to enter the slips. To Theo, who had recently extended his interest in the equestrian world with the acquisition of a racehorse, the analogy seemed apt; she had the same innate elegance and grace of those highly strung, fascinating creatures.

“You look like you’re going to the dentist. Smile, Cam,”

“I like the dentist,” Camille hissed. She put up a moment’s token resistance before responding to the light pressure on her shoulder. “He is a charming man and I have excellent teeth,” she revealed, flashing the set in question at him in an insincere smile.

He didn’t look at her as, pitching his voice to a low intimate rasp, he bent his head to hers. “You have an excellent body also.”

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