His tone was detached, making it sound as if they barely knew each other.
He was standing right behind her, leaning down slightly. His thin shirt brushed almost imperceptibly against her spine, and as he spoke, his cool breath ghosted over the side of her ear. He enunciated the word "Norwood" with a slight emphasis. While no one else noticed anything unusual, Celia Sterling clearly detected the faint trace of annoyance beneath his calm voice.
Celia Sterling's heart, which had just settled, was now in turmoil. She never would have imagined that Silas Norwood was here too, among this crowd of self-proclaimed "brothers."
She had come here to have fun and relax. Now that her fiancé had caught her in the act, her feeling of ease had turned into guilt. She cleared her throat a few times, forcing herself to sound composed.
"Silas, what are you doing here?"
