RAINE’S POV
The low rumble of the jet’s engine was soothing, like background noise for my thoughts. I had my sketchbook out on my lap, pretending to be concentrating, but my eyes kept sneaking over to Cyril. He was laser-beam focused on the iPad in his hand.
I watched as his darkened gaze swept across the screen. Even with a stoic expression, this man made my heart twist.
His jaw tightened, and my breath hitched in my throat. And when his hand firmly held the edge of the device, the veins flexing under his skin charged an electric current through my body.
My throat was suddenly dry, and I gulped. I didn’t even realize how hard I was pressing the pencil until the tip snapped. ‘Get a grip on yourself, Raine!” I chided myself and pulled out another pencil from my purse.
I willed myself
