Zander
I don’t remember driving home.
Somewhere between leaving Gina’s apartment and pulling into the underground garage beneath my penthouse, the city became nothing more than blurred lights and muscle memory.
The only thing replaying in my mind was her.
The way she’d laughed when Lilo immediately abandoned her loyalty and climbed into my lap.
The little wrinkle that appeared between her eyebrows whenever she was thinking too hard.
The way she’d looked at me after I told her I believed in her.
And that kiss…
God.
I rested both hands on the steering wheel after shutting off the engine, letting out a slow breath.
I had kissed plenty of women.
Too many, if I was being honest.
Models.
Actresses.
Socialites.
Women who looked perfect on magazine covers and knew exactly how to pos
