KIERAN’S POV
The ride back to the villa was suffocatingly quiet. I stared out the window at the blurred streak of passing streetlights, but my mind refused to settle.
In the periphery of my vision, I watched Sienna’s hands. Her fingers were restless, twining together and picking at one another in her lap as if she were trying to untangle a knot only she could see.
I adjusted my cufflink for the tenth time. All I could feel was the lingering ghost of her hand on the nape of my neck.
“Before I lose my nerve.”
The words I had whispered against her skin haunted me. Had I really said that? To a woman I had hired? To a stranger I was supposed to keep at a strict three-meter distance?
I straightened my jacket and let out a low, forced cough, trying to reclaim my composure.
Focus, Kier
