Clara froze for a second before bursting into laughter. "Mr. Lancaster, you're even more controlling than I thought."
"Too late to back out now—you're already mine," James murmured, pulling her closer.
Her heart skipped a beat. They always said women were drawn to dominant men—something she'd never believed until now. That low, possessive growl of his sent a thrilling shiver through her.
...
"But why are you going?" she protested. "You can't arrive with me, and you don't know anyone else there."
"The groom and I are old friends. He sent me an invitation earlier—though I'd planned to skip it."
"What? You never mentioned—"
"How would I know you knew his bride-to-be?"
Clara shook her head in wonder. The world really does work in mysterious ways—especially among the elite.
With James
