James's face darkened instantly as he turned toward the voice.
There stood Anthony, dressed to the nines in a navy-blue suit, a winning smile curving his lips as he approached Clara with effortless grace.
James's gaze flicked back to Clara, taking in her flushed expression—as if she might leap into Anthony's arms any second. *This woman has no sense of restraint,* he thought bitterly.
"Anthony! Do you work here too?" Clara's heart raced, her voice bubbling with excitement.
Anthony nodded warmly. "I don't usually work at HQ, but had some business here today."
His eyes then shifted to James and Lori. James stood with hands in pockets, studying him with cool detachment, while Lori offered a casual, "Hey Anthony."
"Mr. Lancaster," Anthony said smoothly, "why don't you and Lori go ahead?
