Page 111 of The Immortal's One
Des had stayed by my side during the meal, though we didn’t speak. It was part of our plan. We didn’t want anyone watching us to see our interactions and make incorrect assumptions about our relationship.
But I have to admit, our silence seemed to elicit more gossip than if we had at least asked the other to pass a butter dish.
But what’s done is done.
After the meal, Des reluctantly escorted me into the ballroom. But the second my feet hit the polished wood floor, he excused himself, and I was left to fend for myself.
That’s when Lome appeared.
The good-natured Immortal has kept me company ever since, and I appreciate his concern more than he knows.
“They don’t mean to stare.” Lome shrugs as he twirls me once more. “They are understandably curious about the beautiful young woman my brother would be lucky to have as hisOne.”
I think he’s joking. I prepare a sassy response but hesitate when sincerity flickers in his warm eyes. “Thank you,” I say instead. “You’re too nice.”
He smiles charmingly. “I only speak the truth.”
My muscles relax.
There’s no pretense in Lome, no agenda. Just a simple kindness that makes me want to believe him. I trust him.
He did, after all, heal Dad.
The music swells. Lome spins me through the crowdeddance floor. Desperate not to get dizzy, I focus on a stationary object to my right.
My eyes land on Eshe.
The stunning Immortal stands at the edge of the dance floor, a champagne flute between her fingers. A handsome man in a midnight blue tuxedo stands next to her. His black hair is slicked back, and his warm, tan skin catches the light like polished mahogany—so much like Eshe’s.
Even from a distance, it’s clear the man is interested in Eshe. He watches her intently as he speaks, and each time he shifts his feet, he inches just a little bit closer.
Eshe is harder to read. Her expression is guarded, but she isn’t stepping away from him. And she’s speaking to him. Maybe she’s entertaining his attention.
The grip on my hand tightens. I glance up and catch the scowl darkening Lome’s features. I follow his gaze, seeing it’s fixed on the man speaking to Eshe. A storm brews behind his eyes.
Oops.
Curiosity pulls at me.
Before I can stop myself, I ask, “Is there a chance you and Eshe will ever reconcile?”
Lome said he and Eshe were on an upswing. And he’s so easygoing, so likeable. And while Eshe has a tough exterior and puts up a good front, so is she.
The past must’ve been truly horrible to lead their relationship down the path it’s taken, but I don’t know… I get the sense Lome would throw himself at Eshe’s feet if it meant she would give him a chance.
Especially with how he looks watching another man flirt with his wife.
The shoulder under my hand tenses as Lome registers my question.
I bite my cheek, debating whether I should apologize and tell him to forget my question.
But when he tears his eyes off his wife and meets my gaze, his expression is determined and unwavering. “Yes, there’s absolutely a chance.”
The raw note in his words makes my throat tighten. I swallow and softly ask, “Then why don’t you try?”
It’s obvious he wants to.
Why would he waste any more time?
