She was caught in his stare as though he held her in a spell. They didn't touch. Strangely, her senses were more acute. She could hear the rain dashing against the windowpanes; she could feel the warmth from the fire in the grate. His breathing was harsh, hers was quick and shallow. Her instincts were giving her mixed messages. Should she run? Should she stand her ground? Something moved in his eyes and the spell was broken. A sigh shivered through her. This was Jack. She had nothing to fear here. She could ask him to go or stay, and he would accept her decision. She had never seen him look so uncertain. That look made her feel the power of her own femininity. It was a heady feeling. She rested her splayed fingers on his chest. Her voice was husky. “You want Aurora to finish what she started in the Palais Royal?” “I do.” His voice sounded confident, but his eyes betrayed him. She leaned closer. “Didn't you know? Aurora can't do anything without Ellie's permission.” He swallowed.
