“How’s Mandy?” I asked about his sister, because that was truly the only safe topic of conversation open to me. I didn’t want to know why he was here. I was not concerned about his life, his day, or his revived interest in me.
He didn’t look at me, but at Noah. The look most people gave the baby was a soft smile, a gentle sigh, because my son was so damn cute. Who didn’t like a baby? No one, but Curtis. It wasn’t just that Noah was a baby. It was that Noah was a space alien’s baby. At least that was how Curtis, and my parents, referred to Roark. A space alien. Not a respected leader of almost half a planet in the Interstellar Coalition. Not my mate. An alien.
“I came to see if you would attend the Winter Ball with me at the country club.”
He didn’t wait to be invited in, just barged pas
