Benicio took the seat beside Sarah at the head table, and of course he spent the better part of the evening leaning in to softly whisper into her ears, making her smile and giggle—sharing jokes and smiles—shielding her from the peripheral attention that seemed to follow them both like a shadow. And Sarah... She was laughing. Lightly. Casually. Beautifully.
He had not bothered to mask his stare, because Benicio had noticed his gaze on Sarah from the moment they entered the hall. It seemed the other tycoon had not taken to his words.
But Sarah—she didn't even look at Edward once. Not once. And yet, as she moved around the small gathering of almost all known faces—she felt him. She felt his laser state on her—searing her skin. She had to. There was no way she didn't feel the weight of
