Third person’s POV
Meanwhile, across the room, George watched them. At first, he stayed where he was, leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand, his posture relaxed but his attention fixed. He didn’t join them right away. He just observed, his gaze following her movements, the way she smiled, the way she let herself relax. Then he took another drink, and another.
By the time he finally pushed himself off the wall and moved closer, there was a change in him. “Moxie.”
She turned at the sound of his voice, her breath catching slightly when she saw how close he was.
“You’re having fun,” he added, his tone quieter than the noise around them.
“A little,” she admitted.
“Good.” For a moment, they just stood there, the space between them smaller than it had been all night. “You look
