We give one another a pointed look as Thorsten laughs. “Seems like you might have differing opinions on the subject of your relationship status.” “Well, it’s hard to compete with the stunning waitstaff and Rowan’s adoring socialite regulars,” I say with a sickly sweet smile. “No one competes with Sloane.” Rowan’s eyes anchor on mine, dragging me into the depths of a navy sea. “She just hasn’t realized it yet.”
