[Jack] stood a hairsbreadth behind her, all the nerve endings closest to her firing and crackling, his fingers twitching to touch. Bending to the nape of her neck, he breathed in the scent of sweet almonds, bright citrus, and a dark musk that was utterly intoxicating. How desperately he wanted to touch her. To drag his nose along her nape sending a warm breath to tickle the fine hairs. To slide a hand down her arm and thread his fingers through hers. To take that last sm

A thick, shrouding copse of honeysuckle opened to reveal an ornate, iron gate swung wide. Gleaming Cadillacs, Rolls Royces, and Bugattis idled in a line in the drive, waiting to deposit the evening’s guests. “I don’t know why Graham couldn’t drive,” said Faye. “He could have, of course,” said Jack, sitting easily behind the wheel as they rolled slowly forward to a valet. “But it’s ridiculous to ask him when I’m perfectly capable.” He glanced at her slunk low as if avoiding