The silence in her office could have cracked glass.
Ava stood frozen, her nerves raw from Tristan’s heat and Xanders unexpected visit. Tristan’s hand dropped from her arm as Xander’s cold but calm gaze swept the room, assessing them both.
“Am I interrupting something?” Xander asked, his tone light, but his eyes never left hers.
Ava found her voice. “I… I was just talking to Tristan about the campaign report.”
Tristan cleared his throat. “Yes. We were reviewing the…”
“Good,” Xander said smoothly, cutting him off. “That’s actually what I came here about.”
He stepped farther into the office, his presence filling the space. The scent of his cologne taking over the room, made her stomach twist.
“I wanted to thank you, Tristan,” Xander continued. “You’ve been helping my wife a lot lately
