By the time she’d made it to the dining room, Cyrus was already standing on the far side of the room, wine glass in hand, talking to Scarlet.He took her breath away, dressed in all black—jeans that hugged his perfect thighs and ass, boots, and a silk shirt that showcased his wide shoulders and muscled chest. She imagined the six-pack-abs under that shirt. She hadn’t seen them, but she’d felt them when she’d been draped over him earlier.She closed her eyes to calm her traitorous body, and when she opened them, his unsettling gaze rested upon her, watching her as if he could read every one of her thoughts.Her cheeks flamed hot from embarrassment. If he were able to read her thoughts right now, she’d wither up and die. A part of her wished she could read his, though, or…Maybe not. She was a jumbled, confused mess inside, and wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted at the moment.Scarlett poured some dark wine into a glass and brought it to Isabelle. “This is the most delightful wine.
