"There is no—" she started, trying to stall, but her words were abruptly cut short.
A strong arm wrapped firmly around her waist from behind.
"Done," Dain whispered, his deep voice brushing her ear like silk.
He had bent down slightly, just enough to reach her ear, his tall form casting a subtle shadow over her. His lips hovered close—so close they grazed the edge of her earlobe without quite touching it. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and without meaning to, Sophie exhaled—a soft breath of relief that their plan worked out and they were not caught, to the people around them, sounded far more intimate than intended.
Several of the women standing nearby exchanged looks. One arched an eyebrow. Another narrowed her eyes in open judgment. To them, the sound was unmistakable—too sensual, too private. Some of the female workers gave Sophie looks of disdain, while others, seeing Dain's tall, striking figure so effortlessly affectionate, looked at her with open envy.
