Samara raised her right hand and lifted her middle finger as she departed. Adalard stiffened and grimaced when he realized that his shock at seeing her and her cool reception might have caused him to have a little edge to his tone that she could have misconstrued as disapproval. It was just that none of the scenarios that he imagined had prepared him for the reality of seeing her again, nor the impact of his aura greedily seeking her calming touch.
“So, I recognize two of you – you’re Jaguin, correct?” Mason was saying.
“Yes. This is my mate, Sara Wilson,” Jaguin replied.
“Ah, the mysterious Sara Wilson,” Mason murmured.
“You’ve heard of me?” Sara asked with a startled look.
Adalard distractedly listened as Mason explained about a woman named Delilah who recently visited the ranch loo
