Nathalie Quinlan chuckled and lifted the boy into her arms, protecting him carefully, then she casually turned to the man who had just called out to her.
"What is it?"
Amadeus Yancey's deep eyes showed a hint of surprise as he looked from her to Edric Yancey in her arms, who was the picture of calm, without a trace of insecurity.
The stubborn tension in that handsome face relaxed in an instant, and his eyes softened as well. His gaze upon Nathalie was so intense it was as if he wanted to draw her in entirely.
Yet the man himself lazily arched an eyebrow, and with a light touch of his thin lips, said, "It's nothing now."
If it was nothing, why did he call her? Nathalie suspected that he had some serious issues, but she said nothing and entered the private room with the little one, joining the people of Class A.