POV: Evelyn Reeve
The roar of the Miami rain against the metal awning was deafening. It wasn't just a drizzle; it was a tropical deluge, the kind that turned the neon lights of South Beach into blurred streaks of neon pink and electric blue.
The wind kicked up, spraying a cold mist against my skin. I shivered, but before the chill could settle, a wall of warmth blocked it out.
Jovan shifted, stepping closer until he was a solid barrier between me and the storm.
He tilted his head down, trying to catch my gaze. I kept my head low, watching the hem of my blouse darken as it soaked up the stray droplets. I felt small in the shadow of his broad shoulders, shielded by a man who seemed entirely unbothered by the chaos around us.
"You’re getting wet," he said.
His voice was a low, steady ba
