Alexander’s eyes drifted back toward the couple across the room again.
Toward Amelia.
Toward him.
And instantly, the irritation he had been trying to suppress returned full force.
Because no matter how much he tried to focus on the gala, on the guests, on business.
His attention always found her again.
Like it belonged there.
Like it refused to stay away.
His jaw tightened subtly as he replayed the earlier moment on the dance floor in his head.
Amelia had seen him.
He knew she had.
In the middle of the dance, she had turned.
And their eyes met.
For those few seconds, the entire room disappeared.
At least for him.
But the problem was.
He couldn’t read her expression.
That was what bothered him most.
There had been no softness there.
No obvious anger either.
Just… somethi
