Carlos had been watching the woman. She seemed to seethe with unexpressed fury, and he couldn’t blame her. That obnoxious slob had been trying to maul her all evening. Still, he could afford to let her spoil the party. Then he saw her furtive move.
This would not do. He grabbed a tray of glasses and stumbled into her. Copiously apologizing, he helped her up, promised to have her dress cleaned, saw that she had a drink.
That had been a close call, he thought, pocketing the stiletto. Bad publicity could be fatal to his promising new catering business.
This would not do. He grabbed a tray of glasses and stumbled into her. Copiously apologizing, he helped her up, promised to have her dress cleaned, saw that she had a drink.
That had been a close call, he thought, pocketing the stiletto. Bad publicity could be fatal to his promising new catering business.
