Chapter 21
KAYLA
I’m still tingling all over minutes later.
I didn’t come here for this.
I came here for The Alchemist’s interview. I came here to apologize. I came here to tell the truth.
But everything goes out the back door the second I step into that bathroom with Deacon.
Standing there, brooding and almost callous in a dark Christian Dior shirt and slacks, he smelled of cinnamon, pine and sweet mistakes. And the moment he cast those stone-like eyes in my direction in the mirror, I was a goner.
I’d worn a dress tonight that coincidentally matched the hue of his stormy eyes. And maybe it was a sign.
Or maybe it was a warning of inclement weather to come. I wasn’t sure.
But as the television camera crew flitters back and forth at the back of the bar, I try to remember that I’m h
