Piers Delano was dancing with his wife, Hila Zaidi. They moved their bodies slowly, pressed to each other. She was as tall as him, and his lean body thrummed with passion as he held her close, inhaling her scent.

She had been watching O’Grady push his way across to the door through which Serena had led the little girl the Irishman had been sharing with his brother.

Her brow arched as she said,

“He looks like he wants something, Piers.”

Her husband smiled his ...