SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.

“Everhart…isn’t that…Ace’s name?” I whispered.

“Yes, it is, Sloane. I’m his father.”

“Oh, did I say that out loud?”

“Yes, you did.” He said, chuckling, and I wanted the earth to swallow me whole.

“Oh, sorry. I was just curious.” I said, embarrassed.

“It’s alright, Sloane. I hope to see you on stage tonight. I’m told you’re fantastic.” He said, not once looking away from me. For some reason, his eyes evoked something in me….I ...