Ruby Mercer constantly kept an eye on Hardy Mercer's movements, noticing a bald middle-aged man with glasses smiling serenely at her and nodding.
Ha! As Ruby Mercer expected, Hardy Mercer was eager for her to offer herself up to a seventy or eighty-year-old rich man. She really wanted to ask this so-called father if she was indeed his biological daughter.
Ruby Mercer's attention was entirely focused on handling Hardy Mercer's tactics, seemingly forgetting that she was in the "wolf's den" at this moment.
She ignored the fact that Christopher Moore's hand was growing tighter around her waist, making her nearly stick to him.
Christopher Moore thoroughly enjoyed the moment; it seemed Hardy Mercer wasn't entirely useless — somebody was in a very good mood, sweetly...
As the music ended, Ruby Mercer suddenly realized, quickly stepping away from Christopher Moore's embrace. This man!
