found out what he was doing here. They were compatriots, in a perverse way, she thought. Neither one of them belonged here. Only Adam had shown up despite the fact that he wasnât wanted; she, on the other hand, was wanted and would do anything to leave.
She accepted a glass of champagne from a waiter and then slipped through the guests toward the one man who had the guts to defy her father.
Adam saw her coming. Heâd watched as she had disentangled herself from Kent and mingled among the clusters of people. She had been smiling at her fatherâs jokes but not really listening. It was almost as if she were playing a part, putting in her time, and sheâd cast more than one curious glance in his direction. Good.
She was beautiful, he had to admit that. Her wavy hair was pale blond, almost silver, her eyes were an intense shade of blue and even though she was often serious, Adam remembered that she laughed easily.
But she wasnât laughing tonight. No, Miss Montgomery appeared uncomfortable with all the hoopla, though she was dressed for the occasion in a silky dress that must have cost a fortune and in diamonds that sparkled around her wrist and neck. No one would doubt that she was Victor Montgomeryâs spoiled daughter.
He found it interesting that when sheâd first spotted him she hadnât run to Daddy to tell him that a traitor wasin their midst. Instead, sheâd appeared mildly curious and now she was walking toward him.
The ghost of a smile crossed her full lips and her eyes twinkled for just a second. âMr. Drake,â she said, stopping just short of him.
âItâs Adam, remember?â
âImpossible to forget,â she replied, showing off a dimple. âYour name will probably be whispered in the corridors of Montgomery Inns for years. Youâre a legend, you know.â
âAs part of the poor and infamous?â
She plucked a shrimp canapé from a tray. âWhatâre you doing here? Donât you know youâll be drawn and quartered before the night is out? Thatâs what they do to party crashers.â She plopped the canape into her mouth and washed it down with a sip of champagne.
He couldnât believe that she was actually baiting him. Adamâs mouth slashed at a sardonic angle. âAnd here I thought my invitation had just gotten lost in the mail.â
âRight,â Marnie replied dryly, her ice blue dress glimmering seductively under the lights. âIf I were you, this is the last place I wouldâve shown up.â
âNever was one to miss a party.â
âYou must be a glutton for punishment. My father will flip when he finds out youâre hereâand he will, you know. It wonât take long.â
âIâm counting on it.â
âWhy?â For the first time, the teasing glint disappeared from her eyes. She lifted her glass to her lips and appraised him solemnly over the rim.
âHe and I need to talk, and heâs been dodging my calls.â Adam glanced back to the fountain-cum-podium where Victor was introducing Kent Simms and congratulating him on his promotion to executive vice president. Adam finished his drink in one gulp, as Simms acceptedVictorâs hearty congratulations, shook hands with the mayor and rained a brilliant pretty-boy smile on the crowd.
âYouâve called Dad?â Marnie asked, apparently stunned.
Adam swung his gaze back to her. âSeveral times. Never got past Kate. Victor didnât bother to call me back.â
âButââ
âI even stopped in at the offices. Kate ran interference. Wouldnât let me in to see him.â
Marnie couldnât believe it. Her father hadnât said a word about Adam trying to contact him, and she would have thought, given Victorâs feelings about Adam Drake, he would have ranted and raved for days at the younger manâs impertinence. âWhat did you want to talk to him