She sipped her glass. "Towhat?"
"To our newfriendship."
She stepped away. Peter Morgan and the entire Morgan family would never be her friends. But being near Peter caused adrenaline to pump through her veins. She'd have to call Emily and find out what was taking her friends so long toarrive.
She needed backup, but right now she shook her head. "We have a friendship? This fast? I’mflattered."
"Belle Jordan, I'd preferto keep you on the friend list. I'd hate to have you as anenemy."
Enemies were almost easier to handle than her attraction with the head of the Morgan family. She sipped her drink again. "I don't do friendships much with strange men I meet at parties who I’ll never seeagain."
He brushed his arm against her. "Take a chance. I'll get us out of this party early, and we can go getdinner."
The door would be lovely. Colt kissed his new bride's cheek, and the woman's smile grew. Her lips tingled near Peter. If she left with him, she'd be in worse trouble. She gulped her drink. "Okay. I came to make an appearance. If you can get us out in five minutes, I'm in fordinner."
"Consideritdone."
That was the opposite of what she had intended to say. Peter walkedaway to go speak to Colt. She squared her shoulders and sipped her drink. None of these people knew her. She was safe in a crowd. She swallowed. Alone with a man like Peter, she might act out ofcharacter.
A woman with long, black hair and a body meant for a super model almost knocked the almost empty drink out of Belle's hand. She flipped her messy mop of a hair away from theglamazon.
The woman pouted and then glared. "Watch where you aregoing."
Belle clutched her drink stem. "You ranintome."
She'd have definitely been the poster child for the in-crowd of high school. The woman posed with one leg out to her side, like a ballerina about totakeoff.
"Are you going home with PeterMorgan?"
No. Sex was not on the agenda, but this stranger hadno business in her life. She finished her drink with her last gulp. She pressed her lips together and intended not to say a word, but women like the one whose eyes made her feel judged rubbed Belle thewrongway.
"Jealous it'snotyou?"
A wide, knowing smile flashed. This woman knewPeter,well.
Belle hugged her stomach as the woman retorted, "I can take that train ride awayfrom you with a snap of my fingers, and we bothknowit."
Peter put his arm around Colt's shoulder in the other room. She turned and glanced at the gorgeous woman that stood in front of her. It was silly that someone with his dark eyes, money, and strong shoulders saw her as anything remotely interesting. This woman had no right to judge,though.
"Are you here to threaten me to stayawayfromhim?"
Her bright red lips pouted as her fake chest popped out. "No, he is no longer mine. I am here to give you a warning. He will sleep with you and never callagain."
On that they both had the same belief, though she had no idea why Peter Morgan had spent more than a minute with her. She gazed at him as he now laughed at something Colt said. Their arms touched like theywerefriends.
Belle then rolled her eyes at this olive-skinned woman. "I'll keep thatinmind."
"Besides, he's notyourtype."
The reasons didn't have to insult her. She pressed her lips together. "What ismytype?"
"Someone you can boss around. You've too much iron in how youstand."
Her fingers clenched. The nights in Miami were hot, humid, and heavy, but clearlythe air took away people'sbrains.
"And who are you to know anythingaboutme?"
"I'm Jennifer Gonzales. I'm Victoria's bestfriend."
