As he neared the table, she reached up and brushed a wayward strand of hair off her soft cheek. He watched the unconsciously feminine gesture as if he'd never seen hundreds of other women do it before.
"Please sit down," she said graciously when he started around the table to pull out her chair for her. "You've already had to wait too long for this meal."
Rayne's earlier nervousness had vanished. She was on familiar territory now, standing beside an elegant, candlelit table and hovering near a special guest whom she wanted to make feel important this evening to pay back a debt. It was a role she could play to perfection. She'd learned from her father before he passed away.
But he was never again going to see her play this role to perfection like he'd always wanted her to.
