A tidal wave of emotions rolled over Mallory leaving her in the undertow. The kiss had been magnificent. She hadn't been so thoroughly kissed since . . . the last time Trey had kissed her.
Anger tamped down the passion that had flared in her. At least her red cheeks would be taken for embarrassment. She smiled a little sheepish grin as she realized everyone in the room had stopped to look at her and Trey.
Good thing they weren't trying to keep a low profile.
The crowd went back to their conversations as a man of average height approached them. He wore black tails and a burgundy cummerbund. He carried himself as if he couldn't be more comfortable in his skin.
If he wasn't the product of wealth, he had played the role well.
His eyes held amusement as his hands reached out to Mallory.
