He took her hand and placed it around his elbow. “It’ll be suspicious if we suddenly drop our act.”
Cynthia looked at her hand, then raised her gaze to his face. “I don’t think that’s necessary anymore. We are past the cameras.”
“People have eyes,” he told her.
“I don’t think anyone cares–”
“Alpha Kane, Miss Lane, welcome to Hundred Stars Gallery. Come with me, please.” The interruption came from a steward.
Kane steered Cynthia to follow the steward, and Cynthia went along with it. Whatever. It was just a few hours, then she didn’t have to put up with him anymore.
The steward opened a red door and gestured for them to get inside. “Director Manson is waiting inside.”
“Thank you,” Kane said politely and went inside the room.
It was a private lounge room furnished in
