Fiona turned to face David, her pulse quickening as she saw the storm in his eyes. His jaw was set tight, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and his dark brows furrowed.
His normally composed expression was gone, replaced by raw anger and confusion. His presence felt heavier. “Fiona,” he said, his words laced with disbelief. “What the hell was that? Who was that guy? And why did he look like he wanted to fight over me to see you with me?”
Fiona’s breath caught in her throat. She’d feared this moment would come but eventually, David was bound to see through the cracks—but not like this, not here. She forced a smile, one she hoped would come across as calm and reassuring.
“David, I can explain,” she said quickly, gesturing toward the table they had abandoned moments earlier. “P
