Chapter One Hundred and Fourty Eight

She was on the phone with her back to him.

He should walk away now. It was tempting as he stood there and thrust his hands into the front pockets of his pants. There were still plenty of women in the ballroom who he could dance with, have drinks with while talking, and maybe even take back home for the night. He also hadn’t forgotten Peter's offer to attend his private party. Again, plenty of willing women.

Dimitri did not have to stand here and deal with Kelly Darcy especially with everything going on with her father, who had glared angrily at him throughout the entire night.

But the moment he heard the small hitch in her voice as she spoke to whoever she was speaking to, he knew he wasn’t going up to any private party.

And he wasn’t going to snag some other woman from the ballroom. He was going to stay right here until he knew Kelly was okay.

“Yes,” she continued. “I told him that.”