His sharp features and narrow shoulders, combined with these eyes, made Alex resemble a hawk. He tried not to feel like a rabbit exposed in the field.
Richard bowed his head slightly. Alex bowed slightly, as Richard showed. A bright smile appeared on his lips as Richard remembered balancing on his toes to show the way he was leaning towards her, and Don smiled in response, thinking the smile was for him.
"My fiancee is Alex Sinclair," Richard said in a low, respectful tone. Don smiled and rose gracefully from the chair, stood up to take Alex's hand, and ran his lips over her knuckles.
"Nice to meet you, dear. I've heard a lot about you."
His eyes turned from icy blue to a dull gray, and his pupils seemed to change shape. It reminded him so much of a bird that he worried that it would suddenly turn into a cloud of feathers and fly away.
"And you, Mr. Don... So..."