CHAPTER TWO ‘OH? OKAY…but…’ Phoebe’s eyes darted between the two of them. ‘I’ll let Brad know,’ he told her. ‘Okay. Thanks, Dane. See ya later, sis.’ Phoebe pecked Mariel’s cheek and was gone in a whirlwind of pink and perfume. ‘Arranged?’ Mariel muttered, glaring at him while every internal organ traded places. ‘Wait here,’ he ordered, and was gone before she could utter another word of protest. Hardly. But she stood immobile, feet stapled to the floor, while she watched him dispatch Brad in less than five seconds. Why weren’t her legs moving? Why wasn’t she getting the heck away before it was too late? Dane could tell Mariel was unsettled by the sudden turn of events as he made his way back. Her eyes glinted dangerously, that beautiful mouth a slash of coral in her pale face. But, he noted with satisfaction, she’d made no attempt to disappear amongst the guests. ‘I was hoping to leave early,’ she said the moment he reached her side. Setting her cup down, she unzipped the diamante bag that swung from her shoulder.
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