Page 218 of SINS & Riley
I sip my champagne, and shake my head. “I don’t know what Pom was so worried about. Or how she’s missed the fact both Mateo and Dillon brought her as their plus-one.”
Enzo follows my gaze, snorts. “Or the fact that even from here, it’s impossible to miss all that eye-fucking.”
Smoke chuckles into his glass. “One thing’s clear—Fiona Keenan’s going to be a D’Angelo. Just a matter of figuring out which one.”
Before I can laugh, a waiter appears at my elbow. “Your wife wanted you to have this,” he says, handing me a box.
I flip it open. One look, and I know.
“Well, gentlemen.” I push back from the table, tucking the mask into my pocket. “Gotta go.”
The crowd fades when I find her. I take her hand, and together we vanish into the house.
She may have been Dante’s breathtaking bride at sunset, but she’ll be Zver’s dirty little girl before dawn.
