DYER

We both lock gazes at each other. A silent conversation passes between us, eyes glued to each other's.

Bodie clears his throat, bringing our attention to him. We both tear our gazes from each other and look at him.

“We are at the main entrance. I would advise you move the staring contest somewhere more private.”

I notice Aislyn turns red with embarrassment and she bends her head down to hide her heated cheeks.

I use my head to signal for him to leave us. “Let's talk in my ...