Chapter 38 What We Are Not Saying

• Leo kept stealing quick glances at Zara, his focus shifting from the road to her profile as if memorizing the curve of her jaw, the slight curve of her lips. When she caught him looking he quickly turned his attention back to the traffic, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.
• They soon arrive at the gallery, a large modern building of glass and steel, he parked the car, got out, and again opened her door like a gentleman. She stepped out, already craning her neck to take in the large, glass building before them.
• Inside, the gallery was quiet, cool, and bright with scattered rays of sunlight bouncing off polished floors. They walked side by side, stopping at pieces that caught their attention.