Noah checked all the Internet gossip headlines, and he only found one talking about him and Katya. Nothing he hadn’t seen or read before, even if none of it was true. Truth didn’t matter on the Internet, nor to the “journalists” that reported on celebrity news.
This particular one had been on his tail for a decade, and Noah was honestly surprised he’d been able to sneak out of Venice without the guy knowing or following him. Tomas seemed to know where Noah was before Noah himself had a plan.
He stood at the sliding glass doors in his suite, looking out at the ocean. He had always wanted to learn to surf, and he’d been doubly excited to learn if Zara would be the teacher.
“And that makes no sense,” he murmured to his faint reflection in the window. He couldn’t even step out onto the balc
