Freya's POV
I exhaled slowly, my shoulders finally relaxing as I caught Mack Ben's reassuring glance across the elegant dining room. His lips curved into the faintest smile, a silent message telling me to breathe.
But breathing felt impossible right now.
The tension between Mack and me had reached dangerous territory lately. Every shared look, every casual touch, every moment we spent together seemed charged with electricity that neither of us acknowledged out loud.
I knew better than this. A woman like me had no business getting tangled up with someone from his world. The Ben family operated on a different level entirely, one where I would always be the outsider looking in.
Yet here I was, sitting at their family table like I belonged.
