"Yeah, but why are you looking at me like that? Why are you behaving like we're more than just friends?"
The smile that stole over his lips brought to mind that night in Vegas, and she rolled her eyes, ignoring his arm and huffing out a breath as she started to stomp away.
Everett snagged her elbow in a gentle grip, spinning her around and wrapping his other hand at the nape of her neck, using both to pull her to him. He closed his lips over hers, silencing her gasp with an all-too-tempting kiss that left her head whirling even though it lasted mere seconds.
Against her lips, he murmured, "We aren't 'just friends,' Isabel. The sooner you realize that, the better."
Face hot, she struggled to fill her lungs with air as she stumbled her way into the dining room on his arm, wondering if everyone could tell they'd just kissed while their backs were turned.
She'd never been a PDA kinda girl but that?
How was it possible that a single kiss, lasting only seconds, couldrockher? That wasn't normal, was it?
She'd kissed her share of boys and men over the years, and not once did she ever remember those kisses being as drugging or intoxicating as Everett's. An instantzingthat shot through her like lightning.
While some might think that was a good thing, she wasn't so sure that was the case.
"Aren't you hungry, sweetheart?" her mother asked.
"Mom, she's date eating, hello," Allie said in a teasing voice.
Isabel glanced up and shot her sister a glare. Now wasn't the time for sibling rivalry. She needed support, not more attention brought to them. "I had coffee."
"Coffee isn't breakfast," her mother said,tsking.
Everett silently handed her a plate he'd filled with fruit and a tiny, flaky croissant along with a mini quiche.
"Eat."
This time he got her glare—and she got a dimpled smile that left her knees weak and pulse pounding. What was it about domineering men that got to her?