Chapter 12 TACTICAL INTOXICATION.

I set my glass down on the table. Slowly, I slipped my right hand off the tablecloth, lowering it into the darkness that shielded us from the Vanderbilts' scrutiny.

I traced the edge of my chair, felt the empty space between us, and landed my hand dead center on his thigh.

Liam jumped so hard his ...

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