Chapter 49

As he rejoined the party, the sight of her hurt, shocked face played heavily on his mind.

His date, Evelyn, stared at him coolly, taking a long drag of her cigarette. ‘What was that about?’

He looked at her. They’d been dating for almost a month, his first foray into the dating world since Dianne had walked out.

Evelyn was tall, lithe, and stunning, frequently topping polls of the sexiest women.She was poised, cool and considered, and looked fantastic on his arm.

Dianne was inches shorter and considerably curvier. She was warm and impulsive, with a laugh that warmed you to hear it. She smelled of fresh vanilla.

He could still smell her now.

"Well?" Evelyn demanded, crunching her cigarette out of the ashtray.

Dianne had always smelled gorgeous, especially first thing in the morning when the vanilla had turned to musk and mingled with the scent of their night’s lovemaking.

He hated the smell of smoke. Was it any wonder he’d been loath to even kiss Evelyn?

A dart of red crossed the perip