Amy's POV

Fighting the urge to flinch when he called me by that nickname wasn’t easy, but it was doable. Instead, I threw myself back at the complimentary smile I always wore for customers during my part-time job and gracefully walked over to him. All the way, his eyes remained pinned on me. I was under a microscope, measured from the front and back by Antonio and Carlos respectively.

His burning gaze sizzled down as I sat in front of him. "It has been a while," I agreed with his earlier statement. "I was beginning to think that perhaps you've given up on me."

"If I had given up on...