He had already made arrangements to begin the sale of his share of the partnership as soon as he returned home. But for now he would keep pretending, for their sakes.
“Everything okay?” Annalise’s hand fluttered over his arm, as if she wanted to touch him but felt he was off limits.
Niko pasted on his brightest smile. “I’m sharing a glass of wine with a brilliant, beautiful woman. What could be better? Except maybe a bit of privacy.”
While he didn’t know her well, he read her eyes with ease. Concern turned to disappointment. It seemed that’s all he did lately, disappoint the women in his life.
But, then, Annalise wasn’t in his life, was she? She was a simple, uncomplicated diversion. In three weeks, walking out of her life would be as easy as walking off this ship.
He’d meant to be flippant, but he tempered it with truth. “I’ve got a lot going on in my head right now. I guess I haven’t quite made the transition to vacation mode yet.”
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