When Ethan's attention wandered, Tracy seized the chance, her luminous eyes locking onto Gordon with quiet intensity.
Gordon's careful hands steadied her, his grip both protective and possessive. As their gazes met, the ice in his chiseled features thawed instantly, lips curving into a smile that mirrored in the depths of Tracy's eyes—a private expression meant only for her.
Was Gordon actually smiling at her?
Tracy's skeptical eyes darted away, long lashes fluttering as she pressed her lips together. She pushed aside the nagging question of whether Gordon knew about her connection to the Page family.
Gordon could behave as he wished. The way Ethan kowtowed before him, the way his entire being ignited when addressed as "Father"—it eclipsed even the thrill of sealing a million-dollar de
