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looked around, and noticed that the eyes of all his guests were on Sirena. She was easily the most beautiful, the best-dressed woman in the room, or perhaps the second best. It was hard for him to make that particular decision when he compared her with Fury.
    The dance ended with a loud fanfare. Sirena smiled at her partner and placed her hand on his arm as he escorted her to Regan, who was still scowling. Sirena lowered her lashes and then inclined her head slightly. Regan blinked at the searing passion he saw in her eyes. Involuntarily, his loins twitched. Sirena laughed, her gaze now bold and openly seductive. “Later,” she cooed as she was whisked away in the arms of another guest.
    â€œJesus Christ,” Regan muttered under his breath. Later was still hours away. She always did this to him, and he always reacted in the same way. Just as she was his, he was hers, and she was letting him know it. He inched forward, and as Sirena danced by, he mouthed, “I love you.” She smiled radiantly and blew him a kiss. He was the envy of every man in the room, and he loved the feeling.
    Watching them, Fury flushed at her mother’s open display of love for her father. Then she laughed—to her partner’s delight. Unlike her mother, she’d never flirted or pretended to like men much. It might be fun to try. She smiled and stared into her partner’s warm gaze.
    â€œYou look especially handsome this evening, Diego,” she purred, her hand on his arm tightening imperceptibly.
    Diego stiffened and then relaxed. This wasn’t the Fury he’d grown up with. And what about Ramon? he wondered. Wasn’t he her favorite? He’d seen Fury go out to the veranda with him, yet she’d returned alone. “Did you kiss him?” he blurted out.
    Fury laughed gaily. “But of course, and if you draw me closer to you, I’ll kiss you too . . . on the cheek,” she murmured, and slipped from his arms to those of another as the dance ended and another began.
    Suddenly Fury realized she was having a wonderful time, something she’d thought impossible, as she flitted from one partner to another like a bird. Out of the corner of her eye she became aware of a tall, handsome stranger, a guest of the Parish family. In another second her partner would swoop her by the Parishes, and if she so desired, she could smile at him the way her mother did. Without a second thought she turned her head and stared directly into the eyes of Doña Louisa’s guest. What would it be like to kiss him ? she wondered. She laughed, a gay, throaty chuckle—much to the surprise of her partner, who wondered what it was he’d said to make her laugh.
    Breathless from her dancing, Fury walked over to her parents. When she turned back to give the handsome stranger a demure smile, she saw that he was not even aware of her! No, he was too busy bowing low over her friend Daniella’s hand and ogling her low-cut gown. Daniella was blushing and making cow eyes at him in return. Annoyed with herself, Fury turned to meet her mother’s gaze.
    â€œHe didn’t come through the receiving line, so he must have arrived late,” Sirena said softly. “I’m surprised that Doña Louisa hasn’t brought him over to be introduced. Handsome devil, almost as good-looking as your father.”
    â€œNo one is as handsome as Father,” Fury said loyally. She wondered if he would ask her to dance; good manners dictated it, but this man, Fury decided as yet another man led her out onto the floor, this man did not abide by rules of any kind. She flushed again, wondering where and how she’d come by such a thought.
    â€œYou look angry, Fury,” her partner observed quietly.
    â€œAngry? Me? How absurd!” No, she wasn’t angry, Fury told herself. She was . . . jealous —jealous of Daniella, an emotion she’d never felt before. She hated it. “Ruiz, I really could use a