“Very nice. I must say, you seem to have my successor making faces I’ve never seen before,” Mr. Hale said with a deep laugh as we swayed on the dance floor.
“Sir?” I questioned.
“Please, call me Alex, Isabella.”
He grinned down at me. “That is sure to get his blood boiling.”
“I’m afraid I’m a bit lost,” I admitted.
“You, dear girl, have the next in line of my company completely smitten with you. I’ve never seen him act this way with a woman before. Just look at his face!” he exclaimed jovially.
I turned to find Edward glaring at us as we spun around the dance floor. He wasn’t just glaring though, he was… sulking.
“I know that you must have seen his other side by now. He is very angry that another man is touching what is ‘his’, even though it’s a sixty five year old man, but beneath that he’s sad that it isn’t him. He can’t stand to be away from you, that much is obvious,” he explained.
I looked back at Edward, his hand moved up to rub his face. He was clearly agitated and torn.
“Shall we really get him riled up? Enough so that he will come and take you from me?” Alex questioned.
I laughed. “You’re terrible! And yes.”
We put operation ‘make him take Isabella away’ in play and were soon a bit closer then we had been. A tango came on over the speakers and we were off.