Each time I glanced at Alexander, I noticed him watching me—not in the playful, suggestive way he had back at the pool, but with a quiet, steady gaze that spoke of concern.
He could sense my unease, and it made me feel guilty. Alexander already had enough on his plate without me adding to his worries.
It wasn’t long before we were wrapping up our meal and preparing to head our separate ways. The days leading up to the wedding were going to be incredibly busy, leaving little time for Alexander and me to relax together.
Perhaps that was why my mother hooked her arm around Diana’s and murmured conspiratorially, “Let’s give the kids a moment to say their goodbyes,” before ushering Diana toward the door.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Alexander turned to me. “Are you all
