Eleanor
Nathan just sat there looking so unbothered and cool, as if he hadn’t just casually thrown out a statement that made my stomach twist into knots. It took everything in me not to whip my head toward him and demand, “What the hell was that?”
Instead, I swallowed, cleared my throat, and gave Sophie a quick smile as if nothing in my world had just shifted. “You’re very sweet, Sophie,” I told her, brushing a curl away from her face. “But I think Uncle Nathan needs his eyesight checked.”
Gary snorted, and Hannah, who had clearly recovered from her shock, laughed lightly before shaking her head at her husband.
“Oh, I like her,” she said, her tone full of amusement. “She’s fast on her feet.”
This was seemingly fun to them both, I realized as I saw Gary smirk as well.
“She has to be
