Catherine froze. When she turned around, her eyes met Shawn's.

He sat in an inconspicuous corner, holding a glass of wine. Even so, his presence drew the attention of nearly every young woman in the room.

Catherine wanted to avoid any contact with him, but she knew she couldn't afford to offend him. Finally, she forced herself to walk over.

"Good evening, Mr. Reed," she greeted him politely.

Shawn nodded and gestured to the seat ...