Somehow Kara managed to get through it by pasting an artificial smile on her face and trying not to think of anything beyond the party itself. Though she deliberately avoided looking at Matt, twice during the night her eyes unexpectedly locked with his. The expression of suppressed fury in them made her shiver and quickly glance away.As the last guest was ushered out the door Kara's apprehension grew. Fruitlessly she tried to think of ways to avoid the confrontation she knew was at hand.But when Matt appeared at her side, grimly holding out her wrap, she knew that evading him was hopeless. Resigned, she let her husband drape the silky shawl over her slender shoulders. His hands brushed the skin on her arms possessively. Involuntarily she recoiled from his touch, looking up at him in alarm while he observed her through smokey, hooded eyes."We're going home now," he ordered, clipping a firm hand around her elbow.Home, she thought bleakly, what kind of a home was it? More like a jail. But even as she said these words to herself, her jailor was leading her out the door to the silver Porsche.Inside the sports car the atmosphere was unbearably tense.
