Christian completely ignores me as I prep his drink, taking my time and using every second of it to regain my composure. I think – or maybe just hope – that none of my shock at seeing Christian here showed on my side. That would be bad for me for sure also bad for Christian. No one – especially Edward, I assume – is supposed to know that I know who he is.
When I bring the drinks over I’m more subdued, letting the men have their little business meeting, whatever that is about. I simply slip the tumbler of whiskey next to Christian’s hand and slip away. But I don’t miss the fact that Edward’s eyes flick from Christian’s face to me as I turn, a little smile on his lips.
My back is to them before I get a chance to see how Christian responds to that – or if he responds to that. And as I walk
