Luke bit back any sign of enthusiasm, his focus glued to Agathe’s fiery stare. Her sudden intensity made his inner emotions bounce somewhere between turned on, impressed, and a touch defensive. “I’d appreciate your honesty.”
He reached out and divided the two teacups between them, the pretty glass set yet another example of how much she’d invested in this meeting. The array of spring rolls, barbecue pork, and king prawns across the table offered more proof.
“I know you’re no fool, Mr. Tindall.” She slumped back, her gaze fixed to his hand as he poured her tea. The deflated look suggested his lack of retaliation disappointed her need to fight. “You probably know what I’m about to say.”
His name from her mouth sent tingles through his chest before he found focus on her downturned gaze and
