He was a convincing liar. Elayne would give him that. He almost had her fooled. The way he looked at her with those adoring eyes. The way his hand rested over the back of her chair, his thumb running lazy circles on her shoulders. She was half tempted to take the cardigan off to cool her heated skin.
But it was difficult to break away from his touch. From his gaze. From those kisses.
He kept sneaking in kisses. In her hair. At her temple. On her shoulder. On the back of her neck Now on each of the fingertips of her left hand. And she couldn"t pull away.
Not if she wanted to keep up this farce. Because it was a farce.
Aldo was playing a game. He was always playing some form of the Dirty Dozens with her. Only this time she couldn"t be sure if she was losing or he was winning. What was th
