Just as Cam left Ivo Jenners apartments, St. Vincent met him in the hall. There was a scowl on the blond mans face, and a vein of chilling arrogance in his tone. If my wife finds comfort in trite Gypsy homilies, I have no objection to your offering them. However, if you ever kiss her again, no matter how platonic the fashion, Ill make a eunuch of you. The fact that St. Vincent could stoop to petty jealousy when Ivo Jenner was not yet cold in his bed might have outraged some men. Cam, however, regarded the autocratic viscount with speculative interest. Deliberately calibrating his reply to test the other man, Cam said softly, Had I ever wanted her that way, I would have had her by now. There it was a flash of warning in St. Vincents ice-blue eyes that revealed a depth of feeling he would not admit to. Cam had never seen anything like the mute longing that St. Vincent felt for his own wife. No one could fail to observe that whenever Evie entered the room, St.Vincent practically vibrated like a tuning fork. It is possible to care about a woman without wanting to bed her, Cam pointed out. But it appears that you dont agree. Or are you so obsessed with her that you cant fathom how anyone else could fail to feel the same? Im not obsessed with her, St. Vincent snapped. Leaning a shoulder against the wall, Cam stared into the mans hard eyes, his usual reserve of patience nearly depleted. Of course you are. Anyone could see it. St. Vincent gave him a warning glance. Another word, he said thickly, and youll go the way of Egan. Cam raised his hands in a mocking gesture of self-defense. Warning taken.
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