"Don't worry, if you want some help with the public image, after our reception, I'll play it up for the press and the fans." One of the league's star chasers and the owner of Quality Quidditch Supplies? They could have their own dynasty if they played off each other correctly. "Being unattainable, newly married, if I bat my lashes and look up at you adoringly, they'll love you all the more. Not only sexy, but a romantic. They'll think we're in love." And to show she could, she looked up at Isaac through her lashes and kissed his cheek, wiping away the lipstick mark with her thumb. And if she showed up at the match on Sunday? The speculation would be in full swing.
The touch of Isaac's fingers on her knee made her entire leg tingle all the way up her thigh. Tracey's pulse increased and she didn't try to hide the soft sigh that escaped. "Pie would be lovely." She doubted she could each much of it but it did sound good.
Tracey shrugged when he started giving her excuses. "You don't have to justify your reasons to mean." She really didn't want to know or worse, have him lie to her about it. "I just assumed when I left your flat..." Her wine couldn't have come soon enough. "I'm not sure I'd feel comfortable staying there, especially when things with us are - " What were they? Awkward? Estranged? Only not exactly. Having his wife and his lover both under the same roof would be too convenient for Isaac Montague. Despite the nature of their relationship, she would love to see Marcus and Isaac pitted against each other in flight.
Glancing to the waiter, she nodded to her husband. "I'll have what he's having." She wasn't sure she would notice the food anyway.