other guests, and figured she wanted to talk.
“Amanda,” Ryder began. “My business is security. That’s why I’m here at Edgington’s tonight. I wired her house. From top to bottom.”
“Oh, I thought you two were dating,” she said quickly. “Sophia said she was seeing you.”
“Well, sure, she’s seeing me. She’s seen me plenty these last few weeks, re-wiring her residence and setting up perimeters to secure her home.” He grinned at her. ”She is not my type, darlin’.”
Her brows wrinkled as Ryder watched her take in all the information he just gave her. She was so damn cute.
“Oh, okay.”
“Ready to do this?”
“Yes. I have to.” She held her head up high and inhaled deeply. “Let’s go.” Turning those gorgeous green eyes on him, she said, “And . . .” She exhaled. “Thank you.”
Ryder nodded and opened the door.
“R yder!” Sophia rushed up as soon as they entered the room. “I’m so glad you brought her back!” Laying her hand on his shoulder, she said, “What would I ever do without you?” Then she turned her attention to Amanda.
“Amanda, I’m so glad you weren’t run off.” Sophia stroked Ryder’s shirt. “This man is so handy to have around.” She lifted her hand off his stomach to flick her nose, sniffing delicately.
Amanda immediately apologized. “I’m sorry. That was so rude.”
“Oh, please. I’m just sorry your husband’s murder came up!” Sophia turned to dramatically glare at Roger Carlyle.
“No, it was bound to come up, and I have to learn to deal with it,” Amanda said, before adding, “And Wayne was my ex-husband, we’d been divorced for ten years.”
“Please excuse me, Ms. Harris, so very thoughtless of me.” Roger jumped out of his seat and his tan hands covered hers.
Amanda looked up at Roger then down at their hands. “No apologies are necessary.”
Sophia sighed and rolled her eyes. “All right, enough drama!” Lifting both of her arms up, she ushered everyone into the dining room. “Time to eat!”
They all followed her through French doors into a lavishly decorated dining room. Ornate trim molding covered the top half of the wall and melded up into the entire ceiling. Three huge bay windows surrounded a long Mahogany table already set with China place settings.
“Everyone grab your seat. I put placards on where you should sit.”
Ryder’s name was to Sophia’s right. He stayed near Amanda and pulled out her chair. She was sandwiched in between Jeffrey Smeth and Roger Carlyle. Mimi Carlyle was placed next to his right; Jeffrey was on Sophia’s left.
“Jeffrey, would you mind pouring, darling?” Sophia instructed as she shook out her cloth napkin.
“I’d be honored, Sophia.” Smeth stood up. Grabbing the wine bottle, he walked around the table to pour the dark red liquid into the smaller goblets. Everyone’s place setting already had larger crystal glasses filled with water.
“So, onto more cheerful subjects.” Sophia lightly chuckled. Just as her laughter died away, the door opened behind her and two servants bustled about filling plates and serving various breads.
Roger took a sip of wine and held up his glass to the others around the table. “Ah, to the finer things of life. Isn’t that right, Sophia?” He held up his wine glass. “Here! Here, everyone! To our consummate hostess.” Roger gestured to Sophia. “Sophia Edgington.”
As the other five glasses were held up, Ryder’s gaze sought Amanda’s across the table. She smiled at something Jeffrey said to her. Irritated that someone else held her attention, he scowled. As if she sensed his annoyance, she turned and their eyes met. Her uncertain expression tugged at his chest.
This was not good. Shit . He wanted her. Slightly smiling, he tried to disguise his interest. Amanda darted her eyes away from his, ducking her head, she smiled. Her modesty charmed him. Amanda Harris fascinated him.
“So, Ryder,” Roger Carlyle said across the