respect.â
âHe treats me like a dimwit,â Ria said, skin blazing with temper. âLast week, he told me I wouldnât have to worry about finances when we were married, that he knows math confuses females.â
Alex made a choked little sound that succeeded in ripping Riaâs attention from her fatherâs disapproving face. Alexâs expression was a mix of outrage and disbelief. âHe did not say that. Youâre making it up.â
âPopo?â
Ria turned to her right.
Miaoling ate a fried shrimp and nodded. âHe said it. Then he smiled as if expecting praise.â
Alexâs hands clenched on the tablecloth. âAnd who does he think does the books for the shop, huh?â
âAlex.â Simon closed his hand over his wifeâs. âWeâre getting off topic.â
Taking a deep breath, Alex nodded. âYouâre right. Sweetheart, Tom is a very good match for you. You never had a problem with him before you met that disreputable leopard.â
Ria supposed Emmett was disreputableâthat stubble, those hands that had squeezed and petted, those eyes that told her he wanted to do all kinds of wicked things to her. But . . . âHeâs an honorable man.â That core of honor was so much a part of him, she wondered if he was even aware of it. It was why it had been so easy for her to lose control in the gym todayâsheâd trusted Emmett to take care of her. And that, she thought, was a dangerous thing . . . the kind that could lead to a broken heart if she wasnât careful. âHeâs protecting our family.â
âExactly,â Jet said, jumping into the conversation. âMaybe heâs making time with you while he does this duty, but he wonât marry you, Ria. Those cats stick together.â
Riaâs stomach twisted, because she knew her brother was right. âThis isnât about Emmett. Itâs about me. I will, under no circumstances, marry Tom.â
âWhy not?â Alex asked, eyes flashing. âHeâs intelligent, handsome, has a good job, and brings you flowers.â
Frustrated, Ria threw down her napkin and rose to her feet. âIf heâs that great,
you
marry him. I will
not
marry a man who hasnât even attempted to French-kiss me the entire year weâve been âdating.â â
Her parents yelled her name, but Jetâs incredulous voice drowned them out. âSeriously? Not even a little tongue? Youâre rightâdude is lame.â
âJET!â It was Alex. She flew into a rapid stream of Mandarin.
Miaoling looked up at Ria and winked. âSit. Eat.â
And oddly enough, Ria did. The family fought through the entire meal, but now her parents were mad at Jet because he figured Tom had to be gay.
Alex glared at her son. âMaybe heâs just being respectful of your sister.â
âNo effing way.â A skeptical snort. âMen arenât that noble when it comes to women they want.â Jet turned to his wife, his voice dropping. âWhen I saw Amber, all I wanted to do wasââ
âYou finish that sentence,â Alex threatened, âand youâll be breathing fire Iâll put so much chili in your food.â
Amber grinned and blew Jet a kiss. âYou know, it sounds to me like Tomâs planning to marry Ria and get himself a nice, respectable wife, while having a bit on the side.â
Simonâs mouth fell open at this scandalous contribution from his flawlessly elegant daughter-in-law.
Miaoling ate another shrimp. âSheâs right. Like father, like son.â
Silence. Deeper. More shocked.
FIVE
S imon cleared his throat. âMother,â he said, his tone that of a man who knows heâs done for, âis that true?â
âYou think Iâm lying?â
âI think youâd do anything for your favorite granddaughter.â
Leaning back, Miaoling actually cackled. âThis