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was embarrassed – everyone had known about something quite vital in Blane's life except me, his girlfriend.
    “We missed you and Kade at Thanksgiving,” Vivian said to Blane, thankfully changing the topic of conversation and taking the attention away from me.  It was the kind of comment mothers were adept at making.  It demanded an explanation, even if she hadn't asked for one.
    “We celebrated here,” Blane replied.
    I was surprised Vivian knew about Kade.  Kade was Blane's illegitimate half-brother.  Their father had been unfaithful to Blane's mother though he'd refused to claim Kade as his when Kade's mother had died. 
    Kade went by Kade Dennon and, as far as I knew, very few people knew of the relation.  Kade was a former FBI agent, specializing in cyber crimes.  I hadn't known any of that when I'd first met him, though, and had known only that he was an assassin for hire.  Kade had quit the FBI a few years ago and gone freelance, something Blane abided but didn't necessarily condone.  Kade was as dark as Blane was light, with black hair and piercing blue eyes, though he had the same charisma and aura of danger as that of his older brother.
    Blane wasn't quite being truthful with Vivian – we had celebrated here in Indy, but Kade had not joined us for the festivities.  He'd disappeared several weeks ago, right after the election.  Blane said Kade stayed in touch with him, but I hadn't asked where he was and Blane hadn't offered the information.
    Kade was an enigma to me – we'd begun by hating each other, but he'd saved my life when I'd been moments away from being raped and killed.  I'd never breathed a word about it to Blane and to my knowledge, Kade hadn't either.  The shame and humiliation of the incident still sometimes haunted my nightmares and the last thing I wanted was to see pity in Blane's eyes when he looked at me. 
    Kade had also been paid twenty thousand dollars to kill me, then had turned around and given that money to me.  It seemed Kade and I had called an uneasy truce, though I'd wondered if my being around was what had kept him from Blane at Thanksgiving.  Kade was utterly loyal and devoted to Blane and I felt a pang of remorse that his dislike of me might have been the reason he'd stayed away from his brother for the holiday.
    Blane deftly turned the conversation to other topics and I kept my mouth shut, regretting my earlier outburst that displayed my woeful lack of knowledge about Blane's life.  Thankfully, dinner was over soon and people began drifting to the dance floor, the strains of a slow jazz number coming from the five-person band.  The smoky sound of the saxophone drifted through the room as I contemplated what Senator Keaston had said.
    “Dance with me,” Blane said quietly, resting his arm on the back of my chair and leaning over me.  He caught a loose tendril of my hair and gently wrapped it around his finger.  Our eyes met.  I nodded and he rose, helping me from my chair and taking my elbow to lead me to the dance floor.  I felt Kandi's glare burning a hole in my back as we walked away.
    Blane took me in his arms and I felt my body stiffen, holding myself slightly apart from him; I was angry after all.  I stared eye-level at his shirt, crisp and white as it peeked out from beneath his jacket and said nothing, still reeling from the realization of what he'd kept from me.
    After a few minutes of dancing in tense silence, I finally spoke.  “Why didn't you tell me?” I asked, unable to hold the question in any longer.
    He sighed.  “I know how you feel about James,” he answered, “and this doesn't involve you.  He's my problem now.”
    My temper flared and I glared up at him.  “So my role in this relationship is to look pretty, keep quiet and warm your bed, but not really be a part of your life?”
    His hands dug into my hips.  “I never said that,” he replied, his eyes narrowing.  That usually signified a warning that his anger was close to