He shifted slightly closer, his shoulder brushing hers again…just a little. Under the table, his thumb traced along the edge of her seat as if to remind her that he was right there.
Bella's wide eyes darted up at Leonardo, her lips parting in soft surprise. He sat there beside her, close enough for his shoulder to brush hers every now and then but his face was an unreadable mask. Not a hint of warmth, not a hint of a smile. Just that quiet storm, bottled up behind those gray eyes.
She bit her lip, her fingers fiddling with the edge of her napkin as the maids stepped forward, gently placing warm plates in front of everyone. The delicious scent of the meal drifted up, but Bella barely noticed, her mind still tangled in the shock that he'd chosen to sit by her.
