CHAPTER 8"Isabella's fork clattered against her plate. Everyone at the table stared at her. "The Eden Gallery break-in?" Alexander's hand found her knee under the table. A silent warning. "I don't really follow local news."Nathan's smirk widened. "Strange, considering you work in the arts."Damn him. Isabella's palms felt sweaty."The police suspect Veritas," Nathan continued, cutting into his meat. "You know, that artist keeps causing trouble for the elite."Isabella's wine glass trembled as she reached for it. The crystal slipped from her fingers, drenching the white tablecloth. Ice cubes scattered across the table."Oh God, I'm so sorry!" She jumped up, napkin in hand. Her elbow caught her plate, sending it crashing to the floor.Shit, Isabella.shit!"Don't move," Alexander ordered, already signaling the staff. His hand pressed against her lower back, steady and warm.Nathan didn't bother hiding his amusement. "Nervous, Isabella?""Leave her alone," Alexander's voice was steel.
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