Under the gaze of the two women, Maxwell Peary took a seat. He was separated from them by only an aisle.
Nia Mitchell swallowed nervously. Phew, that scared me to death!
Her little heart had been thumping non-stop, almost threatening to jump right out of her chest.
It wasn't until he had sat down that Nia remembered to breathe.
Fiona Sutton registered Nia's subtle expressions, a tiny smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Nice pick. Your type?"
Fiona glanced at the man sitting not far away, hinting that Nia should go for it if she liked him.
Nia giggled awkwardly. What on earth is she thinking?
She silently cursed Maxwell a few hundred times in her mind. Hadn't they agreed beforehand? She would meet Fiona, and then introduce him to her friends later. Why was Maxwell following her now?
Just as Nia was forcing a smile, a woman suddenly approached from nearby.
