Sharp as a razor, he had instantly deduced the reason for her rejection that night.
Sara knew she had been in the wrong. Taking her anger out on him had been a step too far. His sudden accounting of her sins caught her off guard. Between making excuses and admitting fault, she decisively chose the latter.
"I was wrong."
"Come here." Adrian slowly set down his silverware.
Sara hesitated, then walked over and sat on his lap.
Adrian reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her face was bare of makeup, yet her skin was flawless, delicate enough to break with a touch.
He looked at her with satisfaction, his tone softening. "If something like this happens again, tell me."
Sara felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. "Are you angry?"
"Mrs. Harding performed well last night. Consider your debt paid." His hand rested on her slim waist, his attitude reminiscent of a parent settling a playground dispute. "Tonight, we're going to the old estate for dinner. I'll have Bella apologize to you."
"Dinner is fine, but forget the apology." Sara refused instantly. "It's over. I'm her sister-in-law; I shouldn't be petty and argue with a young girl. There won't be a next time."