His voice was distant, as if they were practically strangers.
He stood right behind her, leaning down slightly. His thin shirt brushed almost imperceptibly against her spine, and as he spoke, his cool breath caressed her ear. He put a slight emphasis on the word "Nathan." While others didn't notice anything amiss, Celia Sterling clearly sensed the faint trace of annoyance under his calm voice.
Celia's composure, so hard-won, instantly shattered. The last person she expected to see here—among this gaggle of 'brothers'—was Silas Norwood.
She'd come here to have fun and relax. Now that her fiancé had caught her in the act, her relaxation had morphed into guilt. She cleared her throat a few times, forcing herself to sound composed.
"Silas, what are you doing here?"
