Cal sighed. ‘She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.’ ‘Really?’ Kipp said with interest, craning his neck to get a better look. ‘Do you think so?’ ‘Definitely.’ It was at that moment that the woman in question chose to cross the ballroom, making a beeline not for Cal, but for Kipp. She draped her arms over his shoulders. ‘Kristopher —’ Kipp grimaced. ‘I’ve been waiting to hear from you,’ she said, her voice sultry.
