Glades Horne's face twitched. It seemed he would have to flirt with her more; otherwise, she would still think of him as her brother-in-law.
He pressed his hand against her red lips, his voice full of deep indulgence as he brushed away Julia Bluen's apologies. "I will give you more time to adapt, don't worry." Each time he drew close, she would feel slightly uncomfortable. How could he not notice? He had been too hasty.
Glades straightened his posture, started the car engine, and drove off.
This man always had the power to strike at her heart.
