“Daniel…”
But he barely seemed to hear her.
He recognized the man.
Most people in Boston finance would have.
Adrian Rhodes.
Founder and CEO of Rhodes Capital.
And, more importantly for Daniel, the man whose investment firm was currently negotiating to acquire a controlling interest in his company.
Adrian reached us, kissed my temple, and smiled.
“There you are.”
Daniel’s champagne glass shifted dangerously between his fingers.
“Claire…”
His voice had gone quiet.
“You’re married to Adrian Rhodes?”
I adjusted Emma on my hip and looked directly at the man who had once told me I would be nothing without him.
“Yes.”
For the first time that evening, Daniel stopped smiling.
PART 2
He recovered quickly.
Men like Daniel usually do.
They can turn almost any disaster into a temporary misunderstanding if their ego needs them to.
“So,” he said with a forced laugh. “You married well.”
Adrian’s expression cooled.
