Seeing her father again had rattled Marika. No one would have known about it but him, though. His hand on her back, he easily picked up the tension running through her slender frame, even though her outward appearance was the picture of grace and confidence.
Her father obviously couldn’t, watching his daughter with a combination of surprise and hastily concealed flashes of anger that was of almost comedic proportions. He hid his grin. He wasn’t sure whether to commiserate with the guy or congratulate him on bringing up such a strong daughter. He didn’t think Ingrassia would appreciate that, though. Nor did he seem to appreciate Skinny stealing her out from under his nose. Anger rolled through him at that thought. No, that was because this asshole saw Marika as little more than another ass
