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"You know I would never have st---" Shari stopped in mid-sentence when she
noticed Camilla's gaze shifting from her to an object over her shoulder. "What
is it?" She was just about to turn around when Camilla answered
her.
"You're not going to believe this, but Derrick Rawlings is coming
this way."
"What? Where?" She forced herself to turn and Derrick came
into her line of vision, moving through the crowd shaking hands and greeting the
guests.
Six years may have passed but the man still could awaken the
sensitive areas all over her body. The years had been good to him. He was still
jaw-dropping gorgeous. She tossed the word around in her head....gorgeous.
The word didn't begin to describe him. As always, he was impeccably dressed. He
still possessed style that denoted his wealth, authority, and
power.
Like her, female and males heads swiveled as he greeted the
guests. He had that something that always set him apart from other men.
The crisp white shirt extended delicately beyond the black tuxedo jacket. The
collar of his shirt lightly caressed his neck. His black pants softly touched
the top of his expensive shoes.
Derrick's gaze fixed on the woman who
suddenly came into focus. He frowned, thinking there was no way it could be her.
He sharpened his gaze, taking in everything about her while thinking there was
no way. He drew in a deep breath and crossed the room.
She forced
herself to blink. When her former lover stopped in front of her, her heart
slammed against her rib cage, and a warm feeling settled between her thighs. Her
mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out.
"Derrick," she finally
said, her voice barely above a whisper. "When did you move back to
town?"
"Never mind that," his voice was cold. "What are you
doing here?"
Shari stole a quick glance at Camilla. She was standing,
quiet, looking from one to the other. Shari returned Derrick's hard expression
with one of her own.
"For your information," Shari replied, "I was
invited."
Derrick inclined his head slightly. "I don't remember
inviting you. But you do have a habit of being in places you're not supposed to
be."
He turned and walked past her.