He and the admiral both turned.
It was Cassandra. Nathaniel almost dropped back to his seat.
Damn, she was gorgeous. And all the feelings that he was trying to bring under control since the last time that he had seen her were flaring back up with such an intensity that it was staggering.
“Gentlemen,” she greeted softly. The look she gave Nathaniel was guarded. Impossible to read. No one would be able to know at that point of time what was actually going on inside her mind.
“Yes?” her father barked.
“Mother asked me to let you know dinner is ready,” Cassandra said quietly, addressing her words to her father but not taking her gaze off Nathaniel.
“Very well.” The admiral’s chair squeaked as he rose. “We’ll continue this discussion after the meal, Lane.”
“I think we’ve finished it alre
