Only Pleasure(16)

Rebecca rarely looked her way now, and Kia was glad of it. Realizing how easily her friends had betrayed her had broken a part of her. It had left an empty ache where trust should have been.

"Women like Rebecca don't need to make excuses for their behavior; they're so above the rest of us mortals that mere rules do not apply."

Kia turned quickly to find herself staring into the somber gray eyes of Tessa Andrews. She had known Tessa before her marriage to Cole Andrews. She and Tessa had gone through school together as well and had been friends until Tessa graduated and dropped out of society for several years.

"Really?" Kia murmured politely.

"You know, Kia, many of us realize exactly what happened several years ago." Tessa moved in closer, her voice friendly, if tinged with wariness.

"And what exactly happened?" Kia asked her coolly. How many times had others attempted to find out the dirty details by making just such overtures?

Tess's gaze was compassionate, knowing. Kia ached as she turned away from the other woman. She didn't need friends any more than she needed a lover or a husband, she reminded herself.

Acquaintances, she had plenty of those. She had lunch once a week with a civic women's group and once a month she met with the women involved in her father's charities.

It was enough. She promised herself it was enough even though that vast loneliness she felt ached with the need to be eased.

"It's hard when friends betray you," Tessa murmured. "That doesn't mean others will."

Kia almost rolled her eyes.

"If you'll excuse me, Mrs. Andrews." She nodded politely to the other woman and her husband. "I see someone I need to speak to."

Actually, she didn't.

She moved away from the group, her head held high.

"How horrifying," Tessa whispered to her husband. "Two years and she still remains so isolated."

She felt Cole's arms come around her. She knew if she turned and looked into his wicked blue eyes she would see the love that had kept her warm for nearly two years now. Warm and loved.

"She nearly destroyed the club single-handedly," he whispered in her ear as he made the appearance of kissing it.

"Because she had lousy friends," Tessa grumbled. "Kia was always a kind person, Cole. I've known her forever and ever and she acts as though we're strangers."

The sadness in his wife's voice tugged at Cole. He'd give her anything he possessed. Had given it to her. His heart and his soul and all the pleasure he could imagine for her.

"Chase is interested in her." He let a smile tip his lips as she turned her head to him, surprise rounding her eyes.

"Really?"

"Very really." He chuckled. "Stop worrying about her, Tess. I have a feeling he'll end up taking very good care of her."

Cole knew Chase had called together the judiciary committee within the club and protested Drew Stanton's harassment of his ex-wife. Chase had made Kia a promise two years ago, one the committee had approved one hundred percent.

In return, Kia had smoothed over the gossip, taken the blame for the rumors of the club on her own fragile shoulders, and helped Chase make certain the club wasn't revealed any more than it had been. And the promise had been that Drew Stanton would never be allowed to be close to his ex-wife without her permission nor would he harass her mentally ever again.

"Dance with me, vixen." He pulled Tessa to the dance floor as her gaze returned to Kia.

Kia hadn't needed to speak to anyone. She moved slowly through the crowd, a brilliant, vibrant gem amid the black and winter white in her sapphire blue cashmere gown.

As Cole held his wife in his arms, his hands smoothing down the back of her emerald silk evening gown, his gaze swept the room and he hid a smile. She was a beautiful woman. Quiet. Sometimes almost lost even amid the crowd.

There was Chase Falladay with his brother, Cameron, and Cameron's fiancée, Jaci. And Chase was watching Kia. His eyes latched onto her like a dog latched on to a bone. It was always amusing to watch another club member fall. Chase especially, because the other man had been smug, so amused when Tessa led him through the merriest chase of his life.

"Chase is a goner," he promised his wife.

"Rather like you?" She kissed his chin. A smile curved her lips as he stared into her pretty gray eyes and felt that familiar hunger sweeping through him.

"Maybe close." He grinned.

Chase watched Kia. That dress was killing him. The cashmere draped down her shoulders, and the bodice was snug, barely hinting at the valley of her breasts, though it cupped and caressed the mounds like a lover's hands. It snugged down her body to her hips, then flared over her legs, and fell to the floor in a swath of graceful, soft fabric.