Tate spun her in a circle, forcing her to look away from Michael, then bent, his lips caressing the shell of her ear. “Didn’t work.” She tensed. “What?” “Your ploy. I know exactly why you followed me to the dance floor. You’re using me to make him jealous, except it didn’t work.” “You don’t know that.” He leaned away, his dark eyes sparkling. “Baby, maybe these games work on guys your age. But they won’t work on me.” “Then why are you dancing with me?” she hissed. “You’re not the only one who likes to play.” His gravelly voice sent a shiver down her spine.
