As the crowd gasped and pointed and camera lights flashed, a liveried doorman rushed up to open the car door.
Micah Cavanaugh unfolded his lanky frame and stepped out.
Standing all in his custom Burberry midnight-black three-piece tuxedo, he looked elegant and aloof, like a king out to survey his dominion.
He stood a moment, took in the crowd, then extended a hand.
Regina took his hand and glided out of the backseat, flashing a ready smile for the cameras.
She linked arms with Micah, took her time walking down the red carpet leading up to the hotel, and basked in the attention with barely concealed excitement.
It hadn’t been easy for her to finagle the invitation.
Ever since her little trick of fake injuries was exposed at the hospital, Micah had left her there and r
