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He could feel Stacie's heat as she hung on the arm of his chair, but he had no illusions, despite the charade she and Kath seemed determined to maintain. Kath had smiled and raised those kempt brows at him as she tucked herself small on the floor beside his chair, appearing to sit at his feet. But all the heat in those green eyes beamed right past him, directly at the fragrant Stacie, her voice low and husky from cigarettes, whisky and lust. When Edie called to them to "smile!" Charles was the only one to look up. The two women were too lost in each other to hear or acknowledge anyone else. The wink of the flashbulb intruded, though; each of them blinked and looked away, out among the mingled, though neither moved, and he could still feel the tension stretched between them like a live thing.
He could feel Stacie's heat as she hung on the arm of his chair, but he had no illusions, despite the charade she and Kath seemed determined to maintain. Kath had smiled and raised those kempt brows at him as she tucked herself small on the floor beside his chair, appearing to sit at his feet. But all the heat in those green eyes beamed right past him, directly at the fragrant Stacie, her voice low and husky from cigarettes, whisky and lust. When Edie called to them to "smile!" Charles was the only one to look up. The two women were too lost in each other to hear or acknowledge anyone else. The wink of the flashbulb intruded, though; each of them blinked and looked away, out among the mingled, though neither moved, and he could still feel the tension stretched between them like a live thing.