The dining room slowly emptied after the last course.Richard moved toward the sitting area, already deep in discussion about a new trade policy Henry believed would cripple mid-sized manufacturers. Nicole's parents followed, her mother commenting on the dessert wine, her father nodding absently as his attention drifted back to business.
At some point , Alex wasn't sure exactly when Nicole stood.
"If you'll excuse me," she said, already smoothing the fabric of her dress.
Alex moved before he could talk himself out of it. His hand closed around her wrist, firm enough to stop her. She paused, turned her head toward him, her eyes questioning him.
He guided her away from the sitting area, down the short hallway that led toward the quieter wing of the house. Their footsteps softened against the carpet. The murmur of conversation faded behind them.
She stopped first.
Nicole turned to face him, arms folding loosely across her chest. "What is this about?" she asked, voice low.
