Estela POV
"I really am so sorry, Estela," Eric confesses, reaching across the dinner table to take my hand in his, his touch warm and insistent, stirring something deep inside me that I can't quite name.
"I know," I murmur, offering him a soft smile as I squeeze his palm, feeling the pulse of connection between us. After this chaotic week, Eric convinced me to join him for an apology dinner, and I was more than happy to accept. Every night I have plans is another excuse to tell Killian I'm unavailable for a date. At the same time, I haven't mentioned this evening to the Alpha, though I'm not entirely sure why. After all, a woman has every right to go out with her fiancé.
I suppose I'm worried about stirring up more tension between the men when things are already so strained, but there'
