Dinner stretched on with a tension thick enough to choke on. Aisha kept her gaze lowered, cheeks flushed, hands clasped tightly in her lap.
Across from her, Callen watched with an intensity that made the air feel warmer than the crackling fireplace in the next room.
And Amara saw every second of it.
Her smile stayed perfectly fixed, but something inside her began to curl, tightening like a fist.
At first, she only noticed the looks.
Callen’s eyes drifting—no, pulled—back to Aisha every time she so much as shifted her fork.
The way Aisha blushed when she caught him watching.
The strange, electric silence that sparked every time their eyes met.
But then she noticed the chemistry.
It wasn’t imaginary.
It wasn’t accidental.
It wasn’t subtle.
There was a gravity between them, a pul
