takes Colt under his wing, hoping to polish off his rough edges, opposites attract and a passionate romance blossoms despite the differences in age and background. But can it survive a Kensington Board of Directors who believe Colt is nothing but a gold digger and a kidnapper determined to profit from the love of Mal’s life—dead or alive?
- Sneak Peek -
There were several hundred people attending, and it took Mal less than a minute to remember why he avoided social interactions such as this. People were gathered around three long buffet tables placed at different parts of the room. “Room” was a relative term since Mal was sure several football teams could play comfortably within its walls.
“This place is huge,” Colt whispered.
“I think they have the space shuttle parked over there.” Mal leaned close enough that only Colt would hear him.
Colt grinned. “Another joke, right?”
Mal shrugged. “I don’t know. Go look.” Colt gave him an incredulous stare, making Mal chuckle.
Colt smiled at a few people as they walked farther into the room. “I guess we should mingle.”
“Yeah, I guess we should.” Mal stood beside Colt as they both watched all the people milling around the room. “We could do our socializing together,” Mal suggested.
“Just like we’d do if we were on a date?” Colt ventured, then bit his lower lip and looked around the room again.
Mal’s gaze slid sideways to Colt. “I’d like that—a date.”
Colt turned to him and smiled softly. “Me too. I’d like it a lot.”
Mal nudged Colt’s elbow. “Targets at two o’clock.”
There were small groups of people near the buffet tables, so they made their way over. Mal greeted several people and introduced Colt simply as the company’s new promo person and his guest for the evening. The normal party chatter ensued, and Colt seemed content to make small talk with people who were complete strangers. A large-distributor executive cornered Mal, but he still managed to position himself so he could keep an eye on Colt.
Colt was full of youthful enthusiasm on top of being a stunning man, so it didn’t surprise Mal when more people were drawn to him. As the evening progressed, small sparks of jealousy turned into full-on flames each time another guest would touch Colt’s arm or pat his shoulder. It seemed forever to Mal before he was able to extricate himself and move back to Colt’s side.
Colt visibly relaxed when Mal bumped his elbow and held a glass of water with a lemon wedge in it out to him. The smile that spread over Colt’s face turned the flames of jealousy into a warm glow in Mal’s chest.
“I’m really just the guy who stands in front of the camera and holds a bottle of Kensington’s whiskey,” Colt explained to a woman who had cornered him and was standing a little close for comfort. He struck a pose with the glass, giving a visual to his words.
She laughed and squeezed Colt’s arm. “Well, I’d certainly like to get to know more about how you do that for Kensington’s.” Her gaze flicked to Mal for the briefest second before she focused completely on Colt again.
Mal stepped up so he was between her and Colt, holding out his hand to the woman. “Malone Kensington. You’re with Heineken, aren’t you?”
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