Shane Cross remained completely unbothered by the stares. As a man who had served in the most elite branches of the Pentagon, he had faced down the barrel of a tank without blinking; the judgmental glares of social climbers in a hotel lobby were insignificant.
However, he was acutely aware that Jenna Quinn was Claire’s closest friend. If he were to flatly reject her, she would likely continue to pester him indefinitely, potentially creating more friction between him and the Bennetts. It was easier to simply grant her the favor—a small, diplomatic concession.
"Fine," Shane Cross said, his voice level. "But you can let go of my arm now."
Jenna Quinn felt like she could jump through the ceiling with joy. Her first tactical objective had been achieved: establishing a public link between the
