Zoey pushed her coffee aside, eyes locked on Roland as he leaned casually against the counter, saying something to the waiter.
The young lady was blushing, giggling softly at whatever he said, and Roland was smiling.
Zoey’s stomach twisted. What could they possibly be talking about?
She hated the way the girl’s eyes lingered on him, the way he looked so effortlessly charming. The confident cut of his posture.
Zoey’s chest tightened, unease pricking through her like tiny needles. She couldn’t look away.
Then, suddenly, Roland turned. His eyes found hers across the room, locking onto her, narrowing.
Zoey flinched. She dropped her gaze quickly, staring down at the cup of coffee on her table.
Her heart hammered in her chest. “What the hell,” she whispered, noticing how her hand trembl
