Margot POV
I had been living under the Vanderbilt roof for three months.
Tonight was only the second time Rhett and I had actually sat down and eaten dinner together.
Which, somehow, made his casual, brief sentence before he left the table feel far more dangerous than it had any right to.
Experimental data, study design, funding, lab work—those were things I understood. Things I could talk about without wondering what my face was doing or what the person across from me might be thinking.
Rhett asked a few questions about the research, and I answered them without stumbling once.
For the first time all evening, I felt like myself. Then he set down his glass, pushed his chair back, and looked at me.
“I’ll come to you tonight.”
No teasing smile.
Completely calm and natural, and there
