Ruby's POV

“At the rink,” he said easily, reaching for his glass of wine. “She was there, watching. I noticed her. I couldn’t help but do so.” His lips smiled faintly, and he reached for my hand, threading our fingers together on the table. “After that… there was no one else.”

My cheeks warmed. He was playing the part so convincingly that I almost forgot it was supposed to be an act.

Seraphina’s eyes flicked to our hands, then back to his face. “And when,” she asked, ...