Then, Leonel smiled slightly and placed his hand on her slender shoulder. “We should go now, Mrs. Douglas," he said.

Since their divorce, it had been ages since Leonel had addressed her as Mrs. Douglas.

Alexis found his choice of address somewhat peculiar.

As Alexis stood up slowly, Leonel's hand slipped from her shoulder, only to extend toward her again.

The setting sun bathed them in a captivating glow through the glass, but Alexis couldn't shake the feeling of its intensity.