She parted her lips, but after a second snapped them closed. Oh yes. Only proper decorum and being potential fodder for gossip trumped getting in the last word.

“Cherise, it’s so wonderful to see you again,” a feminine voice intruded.

The pleasant, soft tone shouldn’t have scraped him raw, leaving an oily slide of disgust. He didn’t need to glance behind him to identify the woman. He’d be able to identify that dulcet tone, that light floral scent anywhere.

Identify it, then crucify it.

“Adalyn,” his mother crooned, a smile erasing her frown as she moved toward Adalyn Hayes with outstretched arms. “Don’t you look beautiful?”

Grayson shifted to the side, studying his mother as she warmly embraced his ex-girlfriend. The woman who’d almost become Mrs. Grayson Chandler.

The woman who’d stabbed him so deeply in the back he still had phantom pains from the scar a year and a half later.

She hadn’t changed at all. Still stunningly beautiful with oval-shaped green eyes, delicate features, pretty mouth and long sleek hair as dark as a raven’s wing—or as dark as her heart. A midnight blue gown that glittered as if stars had been sewn into it clung to her small breasts and willowy frame before flowing over slender hips to pool around her feet.

changed a bit. But he

longer stirred desire inside him. Those embers had long turned

turning to him and linking her arm through his mother’s. “I didn’t know

“Hello, Adalyn.”

he’d lie just for

just the two of them existed in the crowded ballroom

idea,” his mother chimed in, patting Adalyn’s hand. “We’ve missed you,

dinner party for next week. You and your parents are

but something seemed...off.

Too false.

tone that didn’t reflect the cacophony of distaste and rage roiling inside him like a noxious cloud. “You don’t think this is a little

male whore,” she snapped, and no, it wasn’t the first

visited his grandmother’s horse farm as a child. Back then, he’d

smirk, he bowed slightly at the waist. “Thank

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