Ethan was too close. So close that Grayson's eyes narrowed, his chest tightening like someone had lit a fire beneath his ribs.

"Gray, what is it?" Sienna asked, catching the change in his expression.

He barely turned his head.

"Nothing. Let's sit."

She followed without another word. But before she sat down, Sienna's eyes had already scanned the room. She'd seen Kate. She just pretended not to.

But inside, her thoughts were as sharp as broken glass.

'So, here you are.'

She smiled sweetly across the table at Grayson, pretending everything was perfectly normal while watching him like a hawk. He, however, couldn't take his eyes off the other table.

"The menu looks amazing," she said, flipping a page casually. "How about foie gras? It's one of your favorites, right?"

"Order whatever you want," Grayson muttered, not even glancing at the menu.

Sienna raised her eyes, taking in the tension in his jaw, the cold line of his mouth.

"You okay?"

"Perfectly," he said through