Ian's POV
The drive home was quiet.
My driver said nothing. The city lights bled past the window in slow streaks of amber and white. I sat with one arm against the door, two fingers pressed to my mouth, staring at nothing in particular.
You remind me of someone.
I'd said that out loud. And to a woman I'd met four hours ago.
My jaw tightened. I dropped my hand and looked away from the window.
The house was lit when we pulled in. Camila's doing. She hated coming home to darkness.
The front door opened before I reached it — Renata stepped aside without a word. I handed her my jacket and loosened my collar as I walked through the entrance hall.
The heels on the marble told me where Camila was before I saw her.
She appeared at the top of the staircase in a silk robe, one hand resting o
