Shadow of My Heart - By Caryn Moya-Block Page 0,8

it is the first time in my life.”

Cara smiled and put her hand over his clenched fist. He softened his grip as she wound her fingers into his.

“I have to admit something a little embarrassing. I’d hoped we would meet tonight. I saw your picture on the computer and felt an instant connection to you,” Cara said, leaning close, her voice lowered. Her fragrance flowed over him, a light floral scent, tantalizing his nose.

“Then, we are both caught, Cara. I feel the same way. I want more than anything to kiss you right now. But perhaps that should wait until we know each other a little better.”

Cara laughed, and he felt his heart lighten again. She enchanted him, and he was determined that she would be his. Derek and his guest finally reached the head table and joined them. Raven made the introductions and signaled the maître d' to start serving. When Raven introduced Cara, Derek looked at him in surprise. But Raven didn’t owe his brother an explanation, not after all the women Derek fooled around with.

The first course was served, and Raven felt surprised how relaxed he felt. He listened to Cara talk about her school and students. He soaked up the information, wanting to know everything about her.

Derek’s date was charming and entertaining as well. She was nothing like the bimbo she played on television. Raven realized that his brother felt real affection for the woman. Yet no sexual tension sparked between them. They appeared to be good friends. Joe joined them, as well as Dr. Frederick “Rick” White Fox, resident doctor for Isanti, Inc.

When the main course was served, Raven found he was actually enjoying himself. Cara’s presence delighted him, and he couldn’t stop smiling. She added to the conversation but never tried to control it. A highly intelligent woman, she seemed well informed about current events. She didn’t appear intimidated by the rich and famous. If anything, she seemed relaxed and confident. Raven fell deeper under her spell.

He took a pen out of his breast pocket and turned the program over to find a blank place on the paper. Making the first line, he watched Cara, as he drew her likeness on the program. He wanted to remember everything about her, the shape of her cheek, and the fullness of her lips. When he finished, he slipped the program into his pocket.

As the waiters were clearing the dinner plates, Raven suggested they visit with Cara’s principal and his wife. Raven motioned the maître d' over and asked that a bottle of champagne be delivered to the pair. Then, he escorted Cara to the principal’s table. He liked how she waited for him, and he settled a hand on her back as they walked through the tables. Cara smiled at him as she turned to the couple.

“This is the principal of my school, Tyler Davidson, and his wife Susan,” Cara said. “May I present Raven Darkwood, CEO of Isanti, Inc.”

“I hope you don’t mind that I stole Cara away. You must be proud to be the principal responsible for such a dedicated educator,” Raven said. This man needed to be appeased for Cara’s sake.

“Well, it was a little forward, but I suppose we will have to forgive her,” Davidson answered.

“I hope you will accept this champagne in honor of our future project,” Raven said. “Isanti looks forward to creating a new playground that the children will find stimulating and enjoyable. My contractor will, of course, be calling you next week. Perhaps, you have some ideas you would like to discuss with him?”

Raven glanced at Cara and noticed that her smile seemed a little strained. He’d laid it on thick, but he’d also tried to protect her. Davidson could cause trouble for Cara if he felt slighted.

“As a matter of fact, I do have some suggestions,” Davidson said.

“I will make sure that my contractor knows to look to you for suggestions and ideas,” Raven said. “I hope you will allow me to see Miss Hamilton home. I find myself unable to let her go. I will, of course, provide a limo to take you home tonight.”

Raven offered their excuses, and taking Cara by the arm, led her back toward the head table.

“I know you are upset. Did I lay it on too strong?” he asked.

“I’m not sure you should encourage him,” Cara said. “Please don’t have your contractor listen to his ideas. He could care less whether the children have a fun and safe place to play.