Olivia

We ate in comfortable silence for a while, the clinking of silverware the only sound. I watched Alexander over the rim of my wine glass, noting the tension in his shoulders that hadn't eased despite being home.

"Something bothering you?" I asked finally.

He set down his fork. "Just work stuff. Nothing important."

"You sure? You seem tense."

"I'm fine." His hand found mine across the table. "Just thinking about the Caymans trip. Making sure ...