Chapter 131 Good Morning

• “Good morning,” he echoed, barely managing a glance at her. His attention was riveted on Hannah, who was very slow to raise her gaze to him.
• There was tension in her sudden stillness. Her shoulders squared as her chin lifted, eyelashes at half-mast, veiling her feelings until she had them guarded enough to deflect any probe from him. He caught the wary expression instantly. And more. A flash of vulnerability that made his stomach flip.
• She was as unsettled by him as he was by her.