He Found Me At Masked Ball, I Lied

Chapter 2

The host's voice pulled everyone's eyes to the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for our next game of the night."

The second he finished, a spotlight landed on me and another man in a sharp suit.

"All right! Let's get this lovely pair up on stage for a dance. Give them a hand!"

The crowd broke into applause.

The man gave a smooth bow and held out a hand to me. His mask covered everything but his eyes.

"Shall we, Miss?"

For some reason, I put my hand in his and let him lead me up onto the stage.

I moved with the music as we danced. He slid an arm around my waist and leaned in close to my ear, his voice low. "You're a pretty good dancer, aren't you, Miss?"

I'd been to more of these black-tie things than I could count while I was living overseas. A little dance like this was nowhere near enough to rattle me.

So I just answered his compliment with a modest "Thank you."

I felt his arm pull tighter around my waist.

"Sir…"

"Catherine. You really haven't changed one bit."

Right there in front of everyone, I reached up and pulled off his mask. The face underneath was one I knew too well. Randy Lane.

"It's you?"