NIA’S POV
I tilted my head as I looked at Alexander. His response didn’t match the usual confident man I’d come to know. Something in his voice had shifted, lower, quieter… guarded.
“She’s… not really my type,” he’d said.
That gave me pause.
I studied him for a moment. He wasn’t looking at me, just running his thumb slowly across the rim of his coffee cup. His jaw was clenched, like he was biting back words.
I smiled gently, trying to ease whatever discomfort I’d accidentally stirred up. “Not your type? She’s tall, stunning, stylish, successful… sounds like your type to me.”
His eyes flicked up to meet mine, intense and unreadable. “You’d be surprised what my type really is.”
I felt the air change. Subtle but charged.
My heart thudded a little faster, and I quickly looked a
