A Second Chance at Forever novel (Eleanor and Bernard)

The seat adjacent to Cecilia became available as the person stood up to make room, and Mark took the opportunity to sit beside her. With eleven people squeezing into ten seats, the proximity was undeniable.

Mark was pressed against Cecilia, acutely aware of the softness of her waist, though his expression revealed nothing of his internal state.

Involved in the evening’s mingling, he held a cigarette between his slender, pale fingers, not for smoking but perhaps as a social prop.

His handsome features complemented his formidable background.

Here, no one would dare challenge him or pressure him into smoking or drinking.

The room buzzed with energy.

glass of wine, slurring, “A toast from

Her eyes lifted.

appeasing wealthy patrons and

a Fowler daughter

hesitation, but Simon’s faith and validation meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help to her

the crowd, Cecilia

a poised

Medina, I trust you’ll honor your

to sip, a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled the