GALLAHAN’S POV
Willa whirled around so fast in surprise that it almost made me chuckle. But her ashen face and widened eyes withered the huff of amusement away.
A flash of recognition settled on her features, but she managed to school her expression back into neutrality. Still, it was an effort that was a second too late.
“Excuse me,” she said, putting on a saccharine smile. One that I immediately decided to hate with how fake it seemed. “We were having a private conversation.”
But even with the infuriating fake smile that was out of place in her damningly gorgeous face, I was still enthralled by the sight of her.
So unfairly enchanting.
It was obvious how the last several years had been so kind to her. Her hair was still as fiery as ever. Much like who she was. Then there were her
