Richard's originally taut lips suddenly curled up in a slow dangerous smile.
"And what exactly was it last night, Ms Hale?"
From the corner of her eyes she saw Blake standing by the side of the car, trying to feign disinterest in whatever they were talking about but failing miserably.
"You may leave now, Blake," she called out to him.
Luckily she could count on Blake not to run his mouth to Zephyr, if not she didn't know how she would explain to that nossy assistant and his wife what Richard was doing in her house two nights in a row.
"So?"
"So what?" Shantel asked.
"About last night—"
"It never happened," she cut in tersely and saw the flicker in his gaze but chose to ignore it and continued. "It was a mistake."
He exhaled slowly. "You really think that's all it was?"
"It's better for both of us if we see it like that."
