“You’d certainly hoped that I wouldn’t see you. I dare say you assumed that I wouldn’t see you,” he said. His eyes continued flashing, which was an ominous sign.
No, Miranda hadn’t planned on Mario knowing that she’d taken a rare evening off playing around with her good friend. “I really wasn’t thinking one way or another,” she admitted. “I was just enjoying some free time.”
“Doing something that could compromise your whole career?”
Mario’s irritation was beginning to annoy her.
“What am I suppose to do, stop living?” she asked.
“I’m beginning to wonder if you want to stop dancing, ruin your career the way Julia did.”
“For crissakes, I could fall on the stairway, break my leg in the shower, stub a toe walking through the grocery store. You’re being unreasonable.”
Mario didn’t h
