The world seemed to stop spinning. Blair felt as though all the air had been sucked from the room, her carefully constructed life crashing down around her in that single moment of recognition. Three years of hiding, three years of building a new identity, and it all came down to this—standing in a restaurant, face to face with the father she had run from, with the man she loved watching.
Richard Spencer's expression shifted from polite business courtesy to shock, then to something Blair couldn't quite read. His eyes, the same deep blue as her own, widened slightly before his businessman's composure reasserted itself.
"Jonathan," Richard said slowly, his voice carefully controlled, "I believe you haven't introduced your companion."
Jonathan turned back to Blair, his smile warm and proud.
