Chapter 61

• Harper's POV
• Even with the food in front of us, even with the low hum of conversation filling the restaurant like a veil, his attention turns back to me with a heat that has nothing to do with conversation and everything to do with control. His smile never slips, his tone remains perfectly conversational, but his hand finds my leg again, and this time there is no delay, no testing of boundaries, no hesitation disguised as charm.
• The weight of his palm is light but deliberate, his fingers warm and steady, and he moves with the unhurried confidence of someone who has never once been told no.