She looked toward the entrance, where she’d expected a security guard to appear.
Then back at Daniel.
“You’re Daniel Carter?”
“Yes.”
“The Daniel Carter?”
He smiled faintly.
“I suppose that depends on which Daniel Carter you mean.”
Graham chuckled.
Vanessa didn’t.
Because she suddenly remembered every word she’d spoken.
The catering company.
The insult about his appearance.
The threat to have security escort him outside.
And worst of all, her declaration that this was Brandon’s party.
Graham looked between them.
“Is everything all right?”
Daniel answered before Vanessa could invent an explanation.
“Ms. Reed was trying to establish whether I belonged at the event.”
Graham’s smile faded.
“Why?”
Vanessa gave a nervous laugh.
“Oh, it was just a misunderstanding.”
Daniel studied her.
“Was it?”
She swallowed.
“I didn’t realize who you were.”
“I noticed.”
Graham looked toward Vanessa.
“Did somebody tell you Daniel wasn’t invited?”
“No. I just thought—”
