Tracy's fingers fumbled with the seatbelt as that smoldering voice sent shivers down her spine. In her haste to exit the car, she jerked upward—only to slam her head against the ceiling with a muffled thud.
Gordon's breath hitched when he saw her wince. That scatterbrained woman—he could practically feel the pain radiating from her. Hadn't she just complained about her sore leg? Yet here he was, dragging her along like some clueless oaf.
Gritting her teeth, Tracy limped behind him, her steps unsteady. The sprawling estate unfolded before them like a royal domain, its air so pristine it tasted like it had been triple-filtered. A breeze caressed her cheeks, carrying the faintest hint of jasmine. The man was unbelievable—how did he make even the atmosphere feel luxurious?
When she lagged t
