Chapter 31 Get Off My Lap
- Their eyes met, and Zachary's gaze was sharp, cold as a winter's frost. He didn't move, just stared at her in silence, the weight of it enough to unsettle anyone.
- Hazel looked away, avoiding his intense scrutiny. "Thank you for tonight," she murmured.
- Her evasiveness drew a faint curve to his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Just a thank-you? Nothing else you want to say to me?"