Alec glanced over at her. “Do you still like a splash of water in your wine?”
Ariana nodded and gave him a small smile. “You remembered.”
He frowned and looked down at the wine he was pouring. “I'm remembering a lot of things. I'm regretting even more.”
Before she could question him, he carried over both glasses and handed one to her. The energy around him was chaotic, as though an internal conflict warred within him. She took a small sip and set her wine glass on the table in front of her.
“What's going on, Alec? You seem upset.”
He hesitated and then put his glass aside. Taking her hands, he carefully traced a pattern over her hands with his thumb.
“I'm not upset, Ari. Not exactly. I wanted to speak with you about what happened earlier. In particular, about the connection we formed
