She glanced at Ralph to tell him to remove his scorching touch, but to her dismay, he didn’t even look at her. Discreetly, she shoved it off her thigh, but within seconds it was back!
“Ralph,” she whispered, and he pinned her with his piercing gaze, daring her to say something with everyone’s hawk-like gazes hooked onto them.
“Yes, darling?” he asked, leaning forward.
With his face inches from hers, Raven colored and shook her head, looking down at her plate. “Nothing.” With a satisfied smile, Ralph looked away while his hand stroked her thigh, creating havoc with her senses.
“Raven, come home more often. Don’t wait for Ralph to invite you. Just come over anytime you want,” said granny.
“Yes, granny, I will.”
Rebecca glared at her from opposite the table. She was the daughter of a
