Sloane walked directly toward Blake and linked her arm through his.
“The driver is waiting,” she said.
Arden looked at the way Sloane’s hand rested comfortably against her husband’s sleeve.
“Blake, are you taking her as your partner tonight?”
His expression tightened.
“Do not create a scene.”
“I asked you a question.”
Blake moved closer and lowered his voice.
“Before you met me, you lived in a small apartment above a bookstore. You drove an old car and wore clothes from discount stores. Everything around you now exists because of me.”
Arden held his gaze.
“Do you truly believe that?”
“I know it.”
Sloane smiled, making no effort to hide her satisfaction.
A few minutes later, Arden watched from the kitchen window as Blake helped Sloane into a black limousine. Lenette and Corinne followed them outside.
Before entering the vehicle, Blake placed a hand against Sloane’s back and kissed her beside the open door.
