The waiter cleared the last plates, leaving only glowing candles between them. She twirled her glass of wine, staring at the ruby liquid. Cain rested one elbow lazily on the wood across the table, his fingers tapping against his jaw with his eyes fixed on her.“What?” she asked finally. He tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “You've been smiling all evening, Sam. And I like it.”She smiled and scoffed. “Don't act like you're the reason.”“Oh, I am,” he replied without hesitation. She pressed her lips together, her cheeks blushing. “You’re so full of yourself.” He leaned forward and muttered, “No. I'm just very aware of you.”She dropped her gaze down the table, her pulse pulsating. She traced the rim of her glass absentmindedly, trying to avoid his gaze. She stood and smoothing her dress. “I think I've had enough wine for tonight. I'm feeling tipsy already.”He rose immediately, his chair scraping lightly against the floor. “Then let’s get you home, my lady.”He drove
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