Without warning, he turns to look at me, and my breath catches. I’m trapped in his gaze. A knock sounds at the door, and I jump a mile. “Be at ease.” Grey lifts my hand to kiss my fingertips, and sparks light all the way up my arm—but then he lets go. “This will be our dinner.” He heads for the door, leaving me to melt into a puddle by the window. Did fate have to send dinner right this moment? I want to ask.
