Chapter Twenty-Eight“LADIES, IF YOU’LL EXCUSE US.” Constantine addressed the women in English, which had been the language of conversation for the evening. He pushed his chair back from the dinner table.
He was a handsome man in his late fifties. His dark hair, gray at the temples, brushed his shoulders. His blue eyes sparkled with intelligence, and he wore a day’s worth of beard on his tanned face.
Like Nicholas, Constantine wore a light-colored shirt and darker trousers. Even in casual clothes, he spoke and moved with authority.
He stood behind Yasmin’s chair and pulled it back, then reached to take her hand as she tottered on very high heels. “Enjoy the sunset. I’ll have Theo bring champagne.”
Yasmin smiled and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Acacia averted her eyes
