He looked up—and his eyes locked on hers.
That wicked, soul-stealing stare, framed by a face so flawless it could’ve been painted, made his breath catch.
For a second, everything else slipped away—even the fact that he’d put his hands on her not long ago.
Wordlessly, he reached for the decanter.
Crystal chimed as he poured a couple of fingers of whiskey into each glass, the amber catching the low light.
He slid one toward her, slow and deliberate.
They lifted their glasses.
The soft clink sounded almost like a secret, and suddenly the room felt heavier—charged with something sharp, dangerous…intimate.
The whiskey burned down their throats, but the chill in the air didn’t move an inch.
When the silence stretched too far, Delilah finally broke it, her voice lazy and edged.
“Still p
