Dara’s eyes widened at the sheer size of the Cassadine
kitchen.And if that was not
impressive enough, the open, airy space gleamed with steel surfaces and
state-of-the-art appliances.
“No one would ever believe that something like this
existed in Wyndemere.”
Stefan took in the attorney’s amazement.“I would think that you of all people would not make judgments
based on outward appearances.”
“Me of all people… What exactly does that mean?”
Stefan raised a brow at Dara’s tone.“Are you not the no-nonsense Assistant District Attorney who sometimes
moonlights as a saloon singer?”
“Nightclub singer,” the young woman corrected
automatically.“And you are
right.I should know better.”Abruptly Dara changed the subject.“At
any rate, thank you for helping me find my way here.I hope you’re able to get back to sleep without any trouble.”
There was no misunderstanding Dara’s dismissal.Out of sheer curiosity, Stefan chose instead to remain for the duration
of her midnight foray.He took a seat in one of the heavy kitchen chairs and crossed
his legs.“You will require an
escort back to your suite when you are through,” he said by way of
explanation.“Simply pretend I am
not here.”
Dara glared at the maddening head of the Cassadine family.Her irritation at his tactics grew as she grudgingly admitted how very
elegant he looked, even in that setting.How
easily Dara could forget that he was clad in silken nightclothes and not his
customary tailored Armani.Stefan’s
posture, his demeanor and attitude all bespoke of supreme confidence.
Fine.If Stefan
Cassadine expected her to be rattled, then he would quickly be disappointed.
