Liana
Natasha and I exchanged a glance before turning to face Eric. The color drained from my face. *Please, God, let him not have heard us.*
He stood there with a shopping bag in each hand, his eyes moving slowly from her to me.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
The silence stretched a second too long. "Everything's fine," I said softly.
Phew. That was close. Thank you, Lord.
He set the bags on the table in front of us. "I figured I should get you both something nice," he said, slipping a hand into his pocket with a wide smile.
Natasha was already reaching for the smaller bag. She pulled out the box, lifted the lid, and gasped. "Wow!"
It was the latest Bel Amir watch, the silver one she'd been obsessing over for days. She held it up to the light like a trophy, her eyes sparkling.
"You
