"To get her close to Silas Vane? Did you come up with that excuses on the fly?" Evelyn clearly didn't buy a single word. She yanked her wrist free in a fit of rage and turned back toward the boardroom door.
Michael wrapped his arms securely around her waist from behind, refusing to let her take another step. "Silas Vane likes you; don't tell me you really haven't noticed?" Can't she see it at all?
... Silas Vane likes her?
Evelyn's mind went blank for a second. She had always thought Silas was just cracking jokes when he teased that he wanted to court her! Whenever he helped her get back at Michael, she figured he was just joining in on the fun.
Was it actually true, or was Michael just inventing a convenient excuse for himself?
"Well, that works out perfectly then!" Evelyn huffed, tossing her head back. "You and I can just get divorced, and I'll go find him instead!"
