The warm, orange light bathed Laura Lowell's slender, tall silhouette. Her low ponytail was slightly tousled by the wind.
'He actually lost his composure...'
"Let's go. Time to head home."
Aiden Shaw got out of the car and walked to Laura Lowell's side. His eyes, as dark as an abyss, were filled with a lingering tenderness.
Laura Lowell nodded and walked toward the car.
Once in the car, Aiden Shaw rested one hand on the steering wheel, his gentle gaze fixed on Laura Lowell. "You and that..."
Aiden Shaw paused, recalling the name of the man from the restaurant.
"Have you and Vivian Yardley worked together on many projects?"
Laura Lowell didn't know why he was suddenly asking this, but she answered, "Yes, we've worked together before."
"He likes you?"
Although Aiden Shaw phrased it as a question, his tone was certain.
