Chapter 63

Camille’s POV

For the next three hours, I performed flawlessly. Smiled at the right people. Made appropriate small talk. Donated a generous sum when the fundraising total was announced. No one looking at Camille Kane would have suspected the emotional turmoil beneath her composed exterior.

No one except Alexander Pierce, who appeared at my elbow as I waited for my car afterward.

“You’re not as good at hiding your feelings as you think,” he said quietly, falling into step beside me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The Rodriguez-Lewis announcement.” He studied my profile as we walked. “It wasn’t part of your plan.”

I stopped, turning to face him fully. “How do you always know? What’s happening in my life, what I’m feeling, how do you always seem to be one step ahead?”

Instead of answering, he offered his arm. “Walk with me. The gardens are beautiful this time of year.”

Against my better judgment, I accepted, allowing hi