He popped the cork cleanly, poured two glasses. He handed one to her, then lifted his own and drained it, setting the empty glass down with a careless clink.
Reinee took hers in small, careful sips, watching him over the rim. "I can't believe I'm here," she said, shaking her head slightly. "Standing with you. I honestly thought you weren't going to call."
"You doubted me?"
She smiled, embarrassed and pleased all at once. "A little. Men like you don't usually remember names."
She took a step closer. "And tonight, I matter?"
"Tonight," he said, "you're exactly where you wanted to be."
She stepped into his space, fingers brushing his chest. "I've wanted this, you have no idea how much."
He smiled down at her, the Devil everyone knew. The man women whispered about and men feared. He slid a finger beneath her chin, lifting her face just enough to meet his eyes.
"Oh, I know," he said.
And that was the truth.
