CHAPTER ONE
Keira looked over at Cristiano in the airplane seat beside her. Despite the long, wearying journey, he looked as beautiful as ever; with his dark hair, olive skin, and chiseled jawline. In fact, Keira thought he looked even more beautiful than normal, if such a thing were possible, because of the way his eyes were huge and sparkling with excitement. Through the window, far below them, the lights of New York City at night glistened.
“The roads are so straight,” Cristiano murmured, his expression one of awe. “Like a grid. But what is that gap?”
She glanced down at the large, dark rectangle he was pointing at. “That’s Central Park.”
Cristiano looked awed. “Oh, I get it. Central. Because it’s in the center.”
Keira laughed at his childlike wonder. “Pretty much.”
As the plane c
