ISABELLE.
What the hell was he doing here?
I was pulled from my racing thoughts when he drew me closer to him. Then I finally found the courage to look him in the eyes.
Don
Matteo
Or whatever the hell his name was.
His tie was gone, and the first two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his hard chest and the necklace tucked beneath the fabric. The scent of his cologne….. God, it was intoxicating.
He kept his arm firmly around my waist as he continued to stare down at me, worry evident in his gorgeous eyes.
I felt warm, safe, and —-why did it feel like I’d missed him?
“You okay?” His soothing voice interrupted my thoughts.
I didn’t know why, but it felt so good to hear genuine concern from someone other than Sage or Heather.
“Who the hell is he?” Aurora’s voi
