"Mr. Shaw, will you forgive me?"
Xenia lifted her head from the man's embrace, her delicate eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she gazed at Alexander.
He still held her in his arms.
But he said nothing.
Anxiousness welled up inside her.
Xenia almost stood on tiptoe, her lips brushing against his chin as she pleaded, urgency thick in her voice. "Can you forgive me or not, Mr. Shaw? Say something!"
A flicker of mischief flashed in Alexander's deep, enigmatic eyes.
He was doing this on purpose.
Watching Xenia grow more and more desperate amused him.
And off to the side, forgotten for far too long, Gideon had to stand there and witness their intimate exchange—watching as they whispered to each other, embraced as if no one else in the world existed.
His face had darkened beyond reco
