Samara watched from the back of the room. She started when Bear gripped her hand. He slightly jerked his head toward the door, and she shook her head.
Please, go with Bear, Adalard requested.
But… why? she protested.
His soft laughter sent a wave of warmth through her. It didn’t come off as nervous. At the moment, Gary looked like he was about to dissolve into a boneless blob on the floor, Rob seemed to be wishing he was anywhere else in the world, and Jerry—well, Jerry’s greedy eyes were glued to the diamond in the center of the table.
I would rather you not be here when Campeau realizes how well I can play this game, Adalard explained.
As much as she would love to stay and watch, she realized that Adalard was right. She could be a distraction, or worse, used as leverage against him.
