In the sunroom, he paused, leaning against the doorway as he watched her. "You remind me of her sometimes," he said.
Suzanne turned to him, startled. "How?"
"The way you carry yourself. The way you look at the world," he said, his gaze intense. "You have her fire."
Her breath hitched, and she quickly looked away. "I'm not Diana," she said firmly.
"No," he agreed, stepping closer. "You're not. You're different. Stronger, in some ways. But you're just as captivating."
Her heart raced as he closed the distance between them. The air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken tension, the chemistry undeniable.
"Andrei," she began, her voice faltering.
"Yes?" he murmured, his eyes searching hers.
She opened her mouth to speak, but the words died on her lips. Instead, she stepped back, breaking the moment. "We should keep going."
His expression flickered with something—disappointment, perhaps—but he nodded. "As you wish."
