Gal’s hand was still on my waist when I looked up at him.
Then I looked back to where Alan had been standing but he was gone.
My eyes scanned the room immediately. Left, right, near the bar, by the investors we’d just spoken to.
Nothing.
“What is it?” Gal asked quietly.
“Nothing,” I muttered, barely moving my lips.
Gal’s grip on my waist tightened slightly. “Come on,” he said smoothly, “let’s go meet the others.”
I forced my face back into something calm. “Yeah, sure.”
We walked toward another cluster of men in suits. I smiled, shook hands, introduced myself again like I hadn’t just seen the one person who could wreck my composure.
“Hazel Montgomery,” I said evenly. “Director of Strategic Partnerships.”
“You’re new,” one of them said.
“I am,” I replied with a small smile. “But I
