Hannah's POV

　　I kept my expression calm and collected, but I felt it—the way Ezra looked at me. Not just look. Studied.

　　We sat across from each other in the cafe, the sleek table between us doing very little to dull the tension in the air. His eyes lingered just a second too long, his smile a little too deliberate.

　　Still, I smiled politely, fingers laced over the notepad in front of me. "I've read through your case file," I began, keeping my tone ...