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.

tipsy gentleman offered her a glass of wine,

Her eyes lifted.

wealthy patrons and respecting

a Fowler daughter entertaining the investor was

meant something to her, and he used to be such a big help

of the

offered a poised

Medina, I trust you’ll

a slender hand enveloped hers, steadying

It was Mark.

collective gasp filled