Usually, it would
be her watching them from a distance, holding a drink in her hands – which would probably be
her only decent conversation partner for the entire evening – and admiring both him and the
blonde whilst simultaneously focusing on the depressing fact that they both seemed to be
enjoying themselves immensely on the dance floor, and weren’t wasting a single nano-second
thinking about how she must feel about having been left on her own once again.
But nothing was that simple today. And for a man like Kevin Drake, who was used to the
whole world, plus the sun and the stars, revolving around him, this was difficult to swallow.
Suddenly, it was no longer him who was the centre of attention, but this other guy she’d brought
along with her tonight.