Ambryan stared at the woman before him.
Her hazel eyes twinkled with mischief. Her fingers lingered on his tie. Her lips closed with the corners still curled up as the two of them stayed in this position. A soft giggle flowed out of her nose. She seemed to be enjoying an inside joke.
How many people had she shown this expression to?
"What—" Richard choked on air. The room seemed to close in on him. "Wait! Is she—"
"Thank you." Ambryan whispered. He grabbed his tie and checked her handiwork. Their hands brushed briefly. An electric current kindled under their touch. His violet eyes hooded, scrutinizing her condition. "Are you drunk by any chance?"
"I just had one drink." Eve beamed. Did that martini contain a happy pill? Perky energy flowed in her veins. "How about you? Should I be the one to drive back?"
"Are you attempting to make an excuse to drive the Jaguar?"
"Maybe?"
