to his. “She’s the owner of Rapture?”
“That’s right.”
River frowned. “And she had a thing with Kane? And you?”
“She told you that?”
River nodded.
Will downed the glass of champagne.
“Does she know that Kane is married now?” she asked. “Because I got the feeling that she doesn’t.”
Will pursed his lips. “Kane wanted to wait until he saw her in person to tell her. He was going to introduce you tonight.”
“Why? Did he think she wouldn’t carry my nail polish if she knew?” She narrowed her eyes. “Oh, God, does he think she’s still interested in him?” She rested her hand on Will’s. “Is he still interested in her?”
“Relax, River. He would never cheat on you. I told you that.”
She stood up and started to walk. “I’m going to go find him.”
Will walked by her side. “I told you, there’s nothing to worry about.”
She just nodded, determined to find her husband.
* * *
Kane breathed in the night air, trying to clear his head. He’d caught sight of Will with his arm around River’s waist, accompanying her to the living room. When she’d sat down, he’d whispered something in her ear. The two of them had looked so … intimate together.
He’d almost stormed over and demanded that Will take his hands off her, but he knew he was overreacting.
It had just triggered the image of the two of them kissing that time he’d walked in on them and he couldn’t get it out of his mind.
He shouldn’t be jealous. In his heart, he knew he could trust Will.
He thought he could trust Will.
He raked his hand through his hair. Of course he could.
“Hello, darling.”
Kane glanced around to see Francoise walking toward him. He stood in a quiet area of the garden, a little secluded from the rest of the patio, so she’d obviously come looking for him.
“You seem to be struggling with some kind of dilemma,” she said in her sexy drawl. “Maybe I can take your mind off it?”
She stopped by his side and rested her hand on his arm.
“Francoise. I’m glad you could come. I want to introduce you to—”
“Yes, I know. This talented new nail polish designer. But not yet, darling.” She smiled seductively and stroked his arm. “Tell me. What has you looking so stressed?”
“It’s nothing.”
She moved in closer and ran her hands up his chest, flattening her palms on his shirt. “I’ve missed you.” Her eyes glittered in the moonlight. “I was so hoping that while I’m here, you and I could…”
He flattened his hands on hers to draw them away, but she glided them to his shoulder and pulled him into a kiss. Her lips, so soft and persuasive, reminded him of other nights … hot, sultry nights of passion.
He drew his mouth from hers. “Francoise, I can’t do this.”
“I know. Not now. But after the party…” She stroked his cheek. “I hope I can stay over.” Her lips turned up in a broad smile. “And maybe we can invite Will again.”
“I’m sorry. We can’t—”
She pressed closer. “Then just you and me.” She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
Her lips, so soft and pliable beneath his, were pure seduction. But he knew he had to pull away.
At a gasp behind him, he freed himself from Francoise’s grip and turned in time to see River marching away.
“Oh, shit.”
Chapter Twenty-one
River’s heart pounded as she strode back to the house. Will followed her, but when she went inside, she headed straight for the stairs and escaped to the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
She sat in a chair by the window, stifling the tears that threatened. Moments later, she heard a knock, but she ignored it.
Then the door opened. Kane stepped inside and closed it behind him.
“River, let me explain.”
“That what?” The words came out sharper than she’d intended. And tears burned at her eyes. “That you and the owner of Rapture are lovers. That you haven’t told her you’re married because you want to continue fucking her. Or maybe she knows and it doesn’t matter to either of you.”
“That’s not fair, River. I would never—”
“Never what? Kiss another woman?”
He strode across the room and pulled her into his arms and kissed her, stealing her breath away. It almost worked. She almost allowed herself to be swept up in his embrace … until she caught the scent of the other woman’s perfume on him. She flattened her hands on his chest and pressed him away, then pushed past him and strode to the door.
“I’m not staying