Tracy didn’t sleep that night.
She lay awake in the oversized bed, staring at the ceiling while the soft hum of the villa’s air conditioner filled the silence. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his face in the study—his eyes, that flash of raw emotion he’d tried to bury under anger.
Alex Knight was a fortress. But tonight, she had found a c***k.
And part of her was terrified by what might lie beneath it.
By the time the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, her body ached with exhaustion. She dragged herself out of bed, padding barefoot across the cool marble floor. The villa felt eerily quiet, as though it too was holding its breath.
She found Alex in the kitchen.
He stood at the counter, coffee mug in hand, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, tie discarded. He looke
