Chapter Twelve

AT the appointed hour, Lucia was dressed and ready to go. She was wearing a black hugging dress that shows how curvaceous her body is.

She also brushed her blond hair into a gleaming waterfall and left it loose. The doorbell rang as she finished putting on her heels. And after a last glance in the dresser mirror, she hurried downstairs.

Solomon stood in the entrance with a servant waiting near him. Lucia’s pounding heart stumbled in her chest. Solomon’s long hair was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Damn, he looked good even in his coat. Lucia tried to get her heart under control before everybody in the pack house heard it. Wasn’t much she could do about her desire. Solomon froze, sniffed, and then turned to where Lucia stood. A small smile graced his lips. “Good evening.”

Lucia swallowed. If her voice squeaked, she was going to turn around and walk out. How could he be so sinfully handsome?

“Hey.”

“You look very beautiful tonight. Are you ready to go?”

“You too, and y