She was the first to look away.
Her heart had leapt straight into her throat the moment she saw him there. Even as she turned toward Gilles, pretending interest in whatever he was saying, she could feel Damien's eyes on her heavy, unrelenting. The sensation made the tiny hairs at the nape of her neck rise.
"Hello, my beautiful ladies," Gilles greeted them with a wide grin.
Jacqueline forced a smile, though her gaze flicked toward the table behind him. "Why are they here?" she asked, referring to the entire football team occupying the seating area.
"Ah minor detail I forgot," Gilles said sheepishly. "We're celebrating. My team won the finals yesterday, remember?"
He beamed with pride.
Of course she remembered. She had been genuinely happy for him. She had attended his very first game but that had been enough. Even from across the field, Damien had noticed her. He had thrown her sharp looks throughout the match, and after that, she'd quietly avoided the rest of the games.
