Alessandro ignored Elena’s parting shot. Or at least, he tried to focus on what he was doing, rather than the sharp edge to her voice as she all but flounced from the room, but he didn’t know whether he was entirely successful. No, she hadn’t distracted him from his work, and yet he couldn’t seem to forget the flash in her storm-hued eyes before she turned away with a swing of her long brown hair.
Did she really care all that much whether she spent any time with him? They didn’t even know each other.
You won’t get any better acquainted if you keep doing your best to stay at opposite ends of the house, he told himself. Maybe that was true, but what was the point in getting to know each other at all? She’d already shown that she liked to ask too many questions, many of which he definitely
