“Who are you so pissed at?”
Natalya might have resisted Cal’s attention.
But oddly, his inattention had been what finally dragged her through the doubly celebrating crowd and across the room. She’d watched him change right through the ceremonies.
First, during Becky’s wedding to Harry, he’d watched her with a very clear and, she’d ultimately decided, flattering interest. Then there’d been the puzzled gaze through Peggy marrying the Judge.
It had shifted abruptly afterward. She’d felt a chill as his deep blue eyes had gone ice-cold. Rather than joining the happy congratulations flowing to the two new couples, she’d become aware of the January storm lashing against the barn’s tin roof so hard it might have been hail. The two windows that Cal leaned between were dark with the late afterno
