Kolli
My hands were still shaking when I picked up the orange juice.
I didn't drink it. I just held it, like if I put it down this would all be real. Danilo was still standing on the other side of the island, arms crossed, looking at me like I was the one who had broken into his house.
Which, technically, I hadn't. This was my house.
I set the glass down too hard. Orange juice sloshed over the rim.
"Are you used to your assistant undressing you when you're drunk?" Danilo asked. His Texas drawl was low, but there was an edge under it that I hadn't heard in two years. "Because you seemed pretty comfortable with it."
My face went hot. "What?"
"You heard me." He tilted his head. "You thought Franz was taking your coat off last night. Helping you up the stairs. You didn't even flinch."
I sputtered. "Franz has been the person helping me the most during your absence. Just like Miley helps you."
