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He ran his hand through his hair as if frustrated. A dark shadow dusted his strong jaw, and he was looking more than a little delicious in his custom-tailored suit. Savile Row, by the look of it.
“Both,” he said, blowing out a breath. “And more.”
“Kayla?” her mother’s voice called. “Are you out here?”
Could this day possibly get any worse?
“Like I said,” Kayla whispered harshly, “this is not a good time. You need to go before—”
“Ah, there you are.” Patricia rounded the corner, her eyes widening when she spotted him. “Oh. Hello there.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Kayla, aren’t you goingto introduce us?”
The older woman shifted her weight slightly in a classic feminine move, subtly thrusting out one hip and self-consciously checking the state of her hair with her fingertips, even as she looked him up and down. She needn’t have bothered. Not a single strand was out of place, and her makeup was impeccable, as were her designer clothes.
In contrast, Kayla looked adorably mussed in faded denim, her dark hair loose and somewhat untidy. It was the expression on her face, though, that really garnered his attention. Kayla looked as if she was hoping the earth would open up and swallow her whole.
Once again, she surprised him. Most women were thrilled to show him off, yet she seemed almost embarrassed by his presence.
Kayla’s shoulders dropped slightly as she exhaled in resignation. “Mom, Spencer Dumas. Spencer, my mother, Patricia Coxton-Jennings-O’Connell-Davidson.”
As the mother’s eyes lit up from within, warning bells tolled in the back of his brain. Spencer recognized that look. It was the look of a predator who had just spotted prey.
The corners of her mouth lifted as she took in his suit, pausing briefly on his Rolex.
Kayla’s odd behavior was starting to make sense. His defenses went up even as he offered his winning smile.
“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Davidson.”
“Won’t you come in, Mr. Dumas?” It was the mother who spoke, not Kayla.
Kayla looked even more miserable, if that were possible.
When she flicked him an apologetic look, he finally understood.Hewasn’t the source of her embarrassment, her mother was. He had been around enough sharks to know when one sensed blood in the water, especially when the blood they sensed was his.
