I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS
“Well, maybe your eyes deceive you tonight.”
“Maybe your lies do,” I shot back, leaning forward.
That got a few gasps.
He smiled wider, but his eyes — those polished, calculating eyes — darkened just a little. I caught it. The flicker of irritation beneath the calm.
“I assure you, Miss Perkins,” he said smoothly, “everything here is authentic.”
“Then you won’t mind if I ask for a closer inspection,” I said, standing up before anyone could stop me.
“Maya,” Damian hissed from were he sat, “sit down!”