Patrick knew Amanda was allergic to lilies—and he also knew exactly what Barry was up to. When he glanced at the lilies being placed on the tables by the waiters and saw Amanda trembling with anxiety, a chilling cold light flashed through his narrowed black eyes.
“Get out! Throw those lilies out—now!” Patrick’s voice exploded with fury, icy hostility spreading through the air like a deathly fog.
His sudden outburst confused the crowd. The lilies were beautiful, so why did Patrick seem to loathe them?
Barry feigned surprise. “Mr. Dawson, my apologies—I didn’t know you disliked lilies. These came from a friend’s private greenhouse. They’re the best and most expensive variety. I simply wanted to share the refined fragrance with everyone.”
Patrick sneered inwardly. Refined, my a*s. You’re
