Third person pov
Houston leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine in his glass. He stared at Liora with a lazy smile on his face. Maybe this night would turn out to be interesting after all.
“You know,” he said lazily, “I wasn’t going to come tonight.”
Liora arched a brow. “Really.” She mumbled dryly.
“Yeah.” He stretched out his legs, posture casual. “But my grandfather insisted. He said itwas important. And I figured that I could just use the opportunity to hang out with him. Better to sit through a nice dinner than get hounded about responsibility and legacy for the next month.” He said with a little yawn. His bluntness almost drew a laugh from her, though she smothered it. “So you came here under duress.” She said with an eye roll.
“Exactly.” He grinned, flashing ev
