Roxanne's POV
My whole body tenses as Reese approaches, but before he can reach us, Isaiah's voice cuts through my panic.
"We can leave," he says quietly, his eyes softening.
"No." Something fierce rises in me, overthrowing the fear. "I'm not running.”
Reese stops midway when someone from another table calls his attention, giving me a moment to observe them.
Camilla is all over him in a tight red dress, the type she'd advise him not to let me wear as a married woman.
A diamond necklace shimmers at her throat, drawing the restaurant's light.
She's laughing too loudly at something their companion is saying , her hand possessively on Reese's arm. It's deliberate, and performative. Typical Camilla since she knows they're being watched.
And Reese keeps looking over at our table.
"He'
