They were having dinner with Roman’s family at a very expensive restaurant. Blair was worried about being seen or photographed by the media. They hadn’t gone public yet.

Peters stood discreetly near their table, scanning the room with practiced ease. The other diners paid him no attention, but Blair noticed how his gaze lingered on each new arrival.

She smoothed her navy dress, hyperaware of Roman’s mother studying her from across the table. It was friendly—and Roman’s mother ...