Elin’s POV

But he had no intention of putting me down. The tension on his sharply chiseled face seemed to mask a simmering anger—had I done something to provoke him? Could it be because he saw me give that slice of cake to Grayson?

No, that’s impossible. I immediately dismissed the idea. It had been morning when I handed the cake to Grayson, at the entrance to our office building. Considering the time and place, there was no way he could have been there.

Yet his actions stirred an ...