*A SEAT AT THE SINCLAIR TABLE*
FLORA'S POV
The massive mahogany table was already full, the air thick with tension.
Tyler stepped behind my chair and pulled it out for me. I sat down and looked around the vast dining room, completely blind to who was who aside from Sean and Megan.
Tyler leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead.
My eyes widened in shock.
I shot him a sharp glare, but he just scoffed under his breath, thoroughly amused, before sliding into the seat beside me.
Underneath the heavy white tablecloth, his large hand rested firmly on my thigh—a heavy, possessive weight that sent a jolt straight to my stomach.
"Everyone, this is Flora," Tyler announced, his voice smooth and commanding as he addressed the table.
He turned his eyes to me, guiding my gaze.
