While Eric and Alexander were engrossed in conversation somewhere inside the dimly lit bar, a pair of striking, smoky eyes watched them from afar.
Gina had been secretly tailing Alexander, her instincts tingling with suspicion. To her surprise, he had met with Eric today. She couldn't hear their words, but the serious set of their faces spoke volumes. Whatever they were discussing, it wasn't casual.
Moments later, Eric downed the last of his drink, his movements sharp and decisive, before he slipped out of the bar. Alexander remained, his broad shoulders relaxed but his gaze focused on the amber liquid in his glass.
His elusive identity had been a thorn in her side for far too long, a constant puzzle that never seemed to have all its pieces. But now, with Eric gone and Alexander alone, she saw an opportunity. One she wouldn't waste.
