Harrison's fingers clenched as she watched them, years of social training barely containing her fury. The past she'd tried to bury was resurfacing at the worst possible moment. After a moment's reflection, she decided that a strategic retreat would serve her purposes better.
The two in the center of the dance floor were unaware that someone had come and gone. They continued their synchronized dance steps until the music stopped.
"You're an excellent dancer," Simon murmured, touching his glass to hers.
The young woman forced a smile, but after those few rounds of dancing, she seemed to feel some pain in her lower abdomen, as if her period had arrived.
With the instincts honed from years of reading business negotiations, Simon caught the fleeting discomfort in her expression. His han
