Chapter 85

She was wearing a royal-blue lace dress that fell to mid-thigh and displayed her gorgeous curves; her now even lighter blonde hair was loose around her shoulders. She wore black heels, which made her fabulous legs appear even longer.

Even with the distance between them, he could see the animation in her eyes.

A tall man he recognized—possibly a famous American singer—stepped in front of her and the contact was broken.

Everyone took their seats.

The wine was poured and the evening began.

Course after course was brought out to them by an army of attentive waiting staff, laughter filling the room, overshadowing the piano player in the corner.

Through it all, through all the conversations he had with the others at his table, Taylor’s eyes didn’t stray far from his wife.

Dianne's table of twelve looked as if they were enjoying themselves immensely, and she chatted away happily as she ate her food. Every so often, she would look over to him and catch his eye, and he would feel that pull tha