The vultures were circling.
Nina stood back, wine glass in hand, and surveyed the crowded ballroom. The fund-raiser was supposed to be more pleasure than business, but business was uppermost on the minds of her competition.
Across the room, Julian Martin stood in a large group of people. He looked relaxed, seemingly in his element, an easy smile making his extraordinarily handsome face even more gorgeous.
It should be a crime for a man to be that good-looking. Tall, rugged, he looked every inch the kind of man who’d be at home in the athletic wear his company designed and sold. There was an aura of confidence and power around him, and above all, Nina loved a man who was sure of himself.
Given the long, searching glances they’d exchanged over the last few weeks since she came to live with Abby, she’d be a fool not to entertain the idea of seeing where things could lead...If he wasn’t a prospective client.
