Cassandra eyed them both, feeling less and less like a spectator as the room’s mood drifted toward unabashed sensuality.
“You look gorgeous, sweetie,” Jett said.
A giggled leaked from Lilly’s mouth. “You said this already. But this is okay. This is what I want to hear after he leaves me. When he leaves I think I am not beautiful.” Her face soured, as if suddenly stung. “I do not understand how man think.”
“I don’t either.”
“You can do a favor for me, yes?”
“Anything.”
“You can dance with me?”
Without delay, Jett stood and reached a hand toward her date. “It would be my honor.”
Still safely crouched behind the counter, Cassandra heated up at the display of gallantry. Fearing her labored breaths could be heard from a distance, she clamped her mouth shut and simply watched as the coup
