(Aurora's POV)
His grip was easy, unhurried. Like it was nothing.
I went slightly rigid. Then I reminded myself that Eleanor was right there, watching us, and that looking like a woman who had never held her husband's hand before would raise more questions than I wanted to answer. I relaxed. I didn't pull away.
Eleanor glanced down at our joined hands. The smile that crossed her face was the most openly delighted I'd seen from her all evening. She kissed me on the cheek, said goodnight to Phineas with a look that contained an entire paragraph of maternal satisfaction, and got into her car.
We stood on the pavement and watched her taillights disappear around the corner.
I started to withdraw my hand.
The diamond caught the edge of Phineas's shirt cuff as I moved - a small, sharp littl
