His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 170

Olive’s POV

I followed the sound of Paloma’s voice around the corner, my heart rate picking up because there was something about her tone, something sharp and defensive and almost scared, that made alarm bells go off in my head.

When I finally spotted her, she was standing near the back exit of the VIP section, partially hidden in shadows, facing someone I couldn’t quite see from this angle.

But what I could see was her body language, arms crossed tight across her chest, shoulders tense, her entire posture screaming that she wanted to be anywhere but here having this conversation.

“Paloma?” I called out, moving closer. “Is everything alright?”

She turned at the sound of my voice and I saw her face freeze for a brief second before relief flashed across her features, quickly replaced by something more complicated, maybe embarrassment, maybe fear, I couldn’t quite tell.

“Olive,” she said, her voice coming out strained. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just—”

“Paloma and I were having a private conversation,” a male voice interrupted, and the person she’d been talking to stepped forward into the better lighting.

I felt my breath catch when I saw his face.

Alonso.

The same man I’d literally run into at Hunter’s party weeks ago, the one with those mesmerizing silver eyes that had made my stomach flip despite knowing I shouldn’t be looking at anyone that way when I was with Zane, the one who’d touched my chin with that bold confidence that had left me slightly breathless even though I’d tried to pretend it hadn’t affected me.

And he was here, at this club, arguing with Paloma like they knew each other.

Like they knew each other well.

“Alonso?” I said, my voice coming out more shocked than I intended, and I couldn’t help the way my eyes swept over him automatically, he looked just as good as I remembered, maybe better in the club lighting, all dark clothes and confident posture and that particular energy that made it hard to look away.

His eyes met mine and something flickered in his expression, recognition, definitely, and maybe surprise, or perhaps something else I couldn’t quite read.

“Olive,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue in that accent that made it sound more exotic than it actually was. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Small world.”

“You guys know each other?” Paloma asked, looking between us with confusion written all over her face, though there was something else there too, something in her posture that still screamed discomfort despite her attempt to sound casual.

“We met briefly,” I said, forcing myself to focus on Paloma instead of the way Alonso was looking at me. “At my step brother’s party a few weeks ago.”

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