Chapter 8Lacey took the garment and held it across both arms, arching an eyebrow at the lovely black cocktail dress Storm had brought in for her. She was used to dressing up or down for certain jobs and could do either extremely well.
She imagined what Vincent would think when he saw her in this dress tonight but for some reason her daydream replaced Vincent’s charming stare with Ren's intense gaze. She suddenly felt heat rise up in her cheeks and slid Ren a sideways glance hoping like hell he wasn't reading her mind again.
Storm recognized the high color of Lacey’s cheeks as a dead giveaway for her mood. He followed her gaze to a brooding Ren knowing this wasn't the last time his friend would piss the pretty lady off.
Wanting to get everyone’s mind back on what was most important Storm
