Alex tilted her head just enough to suggest curiosity instead of the sharp flicker of irritation tightening beneath her ribs. The tension in the air was palpable, thickened by the stylist’s comment.
The stylist swallowed. “I just meant professionally. For branding campaigns.”
“Of course,” Alex replied. Her tone remained perfectly pleasant, which somehow made the tension worse.
The studio lurched awkwardly back into motion, assistants pretending to reorganize equipment that didn’t need moving while the stylist who had spoken suddenly became very interested in a clipboard she wasn’t holding correctly.
Alex’s smile never wavered. Beside her, Callan shifted slightly, his hand still firm against her waist. Alex could feel the attention in him now. It wasn’t outwardly obvious, but alert in a
