|Katherine|
“Hi. May I join you?”
The voice came from just above my shoulder—deep, warm, and colored with a thick European accent that rolled easily off the tongue.
I glanced up, startled, then looked around the restaurant. There were plenty of empty tables scattered across the terrace, most of them with better views of the ocean than mine. He didn’t have to sit here. Which meant he had another reason.
Still, I forced a small, polite smile. Maybe he just wants company. Maybe he’s just being friendly.
“Sure, sure,” I said, gesturing to the chair across from me.
He sat with an ease that suggested confidence, not hesitation. “Why are you alone?” he asked almost immediately. “Yesterday, I saw you with your husband.”
My brows shot up before I could mask my surprise. He knew I was married
