Cain Beckham
With intense, delving eyes, Claire stares at Blythe. A frown tugs at her lower lip.
Cain shakes his head once, slowly in response to Blythe's question, then he relaxes his shoulders.
"How do you two know each other?" Cain focuses on the steady pulse beating on the side of Claire's neck.
"Oh, we go way back." Claire's eyes widen.
Cain studies first Derrick's face, then Claire's. "So, I take it, you found the space you were looking for." Her pulse quickens.
Fidgeting in her chair, Claire smooths the silky fabric of her dress that's covering her thighs, and then turns her attention to the linen napkin in front of her.
She's deflecting, trying to ignore him, but the wolf is up to the challenge.
You sure you can handle a martini?" Cain narrows his eyes. "I seem to recall, you're a light-weight when it comes to liquor. Plus, didn't you swear them off the last time-"