He returned his gaze to Jules at the same exact moment she glanced over the heads of the kissing couple. Their gazes clashed, and bam, he swore he could hear cymbals banging in his ears. Her eyes were frosty as hell, and she was probably calling him all kinds of names under her breath. And then, as if she suddenly recalled they’d both been warned to be on their best behavior, she parted her red lips, showing perfect white teeth in what he knew was a fake smile. Was she trying to taunt him while staring him down? He’d be damned if he’d let that happen, but she was welcome to try. Moments later, he saw she’d given up when her phony smile was replaced by a frown, and her eyes went back to being frosty again. Now it was his turn to smile, and his was more fake than hers had been.
The music began playing, and it was time for the newlyweds and their wedding party to exit the garden. At least Shana had the good sense not to pair him with Jules. Instead, he was coupled with her best friend and neighbor, Gloria McCabe, the perky, blue-eyed blonde he’d met last night. She smiled as she took his arm, and he escorted her from the rose garden.
He’d managed to get through the wedding and hoped the same would hold true for the reception.
*
Jules loved her sister immensely, which was why she had promised Shana that she would try like hell to be civil to Dalton Granger even if it killed her. Already, she felt like she was taking her last breath because it was killing her.
She’d been aware of him the entire time he’d been staring her down during the wedding ceremony, but she’d refused to glance over at him. Feeling the heat of his gaze scan every inch of her body, lingering in places it should not have, made her think how totally disrespectful he was, but then she wasn’t surprised. The man was so full of himself it made her teeth ache. He assumed he could get any woman he wanted and, on two occasions, she’d proven him wrong by ignoring his schoolboy pick-up lines. Of course, he was still furious about it and had placed her on his shit list. Good. No sweat off her back if he kept her there.
Snagging a glass of champagne from the tray being carried by a passing waiter, she glanced around the wedding reception. The botanical garden that overlooked Mammoth Lake was nice—pretty damned impressive, in fact. But then, so was the rose garden where the wedding had taken place. The moment she’d driven onto the sprawling grounds of Sutton Hills, the Granger estate, she’d been captivated. Shana had warned her, but she’d still been stunned by the two hundred acres of lush and beautiful countryside near the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
She’d never ventured into this part of Charlottesville, Virginia, but she’d really had no reason to do so. People who lived in this area had money, and she was a plain old working-class girl. The number of people who’d attended the wedding—college friends of Shana or her close business associates—were mesmerized by the wealth surrounding them in the same way Jules was. She knew her sister was taking it all in stride, since she had married for love and not money. But Jules felt Shana had been lucky to get both.
She glanced to her right and saw Dalton talking to Gloria, no doubt trying to make a hit. She knew that Gloria was already in a committed relationship, so he was wasting his time. Good. But what if she was wrong about that?
Releasing a long breath, she wondered why she cared one way or the other. She couldn’t stand him. The very ground he walked on. The air he breathed. Whatever food he ate. The clothes he wore. The—