“Well, well, Miss Richardson, it is good to see you again,” Ellis purred when our eyes met.

My stomach fluttered and I wanted to look anywhere else, but I couldn’t pull away. He had me glued to the spot with his gaze.

“Mr. Peterson,” I said with a respectful nod. I kept my tone flat and indifferent.

Ellis raised an eyebrow at me. “Is that all I get from you?” he asked, his lips tightening.

“Is there something else you were ...