Stephanie's POV
We just stood there, staring.
My hand still burned from the slap. His cheek had a perfect red print of my palm, and the whole restaurant had gone dead quiet. I thought for sure that would do it. That would be the thing to finally make him turn and walk away, ego bleeding. Cane never could stand being humiliated in public.
But he didn't move.
His eyes locked on mine, dark and wild, and the next thing I knew his arms were around my waist. He lifted me straight off the floor like I was nothing. My feet dangled, my stomach flipped.
"Cane, put me down right now!"
I kicked hard. One heel scraped his shin, the other banged against his thigh. People were gasping, chairs scraping back, phones up. He didn't even flinch. Just carried me through the tables like I was a toddler throwing a fit. Past Myron still flat on his back, past the hostess with her mouth open, out into the cold night air.
