Cain's POV

I stepped back into the ballroom just in time to see Roxy place her hand in Daniel Anderson’s, and I stopped.

I knew the man, and I knew his family, too. The Andersons had been wealthy for generations, with interests in shipping, real estate, and enough investments scattered across the country to make most people uncomfortable asking how much they were worth.

He was exactly the kind of man our parents would consider suitable hell, I wouldn’t blame her for being interested.

Daniel smiled at Roxy and led her onto the dance floor, his hand settling on her waist.

My teeth grinded together as I watched them, the...