“Of course. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t truly want to be with you,” Ethan says, stands from his desk, and grabs his keys. I watch him walk over stare at him, for probably too long, as he holds his hand out to me.
The moment my hand is in his, the tingles start up, traveling up my arm and settling in my chest. Instead of questioning the feeling, I tighten my grip on Ethan’s hand and let him lead me away.
“I’m glad you could come, Ms. Bowen,” Mr. Adair says before glancing behind me. “And you as well, Mr. Montgomery. I see Ms. Bowen still has some powerful backing, which will be useful for her in the future I believe.”
The statement strikes me as odd, but I brush it off when Ethan merely nods. I can’t tell what he thinks about the statement, but it doesn’t bother him, so I deci
