Chapter Twelve
The duke’s manspread invaded Spin’s space inside the confines of the luxury car. Spin turned her body away from him and toward the window, gazing out at her first sights of Cordoba. From the opposite side of the luxury car, Lark and Omar, another nobleman of the country, filled the silence. It would appear that the Marquis of Navarre was also in the entertainment industry.
Beside her, the Duke of Mondego stared at his phone. Spin’s gaze fixed on how he caressed the slim device in the palm of his large hands. His thumb carefully slid back and forth over the face. A bump in the road loosed the phone from his grip, and it spilled into Spin’s lap.
She reached down and picked it up preparing to hand the phone back to him. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Parker's smiling
