The room was spacious, yet the two of them, one tall and one short, were crowded together by the door.
The villa's built-in climate control system ensured the temperature was neither too cold nor too hot.
But Zoe Pierce felt that Miles Sherman's palms were sweaty.
They were hot and damp, sticking to her skin.
The spot he touched was now flushed with his warmth.
Her curled lashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings. In her uniquely soft, feminine voice, she said, "Okay."
The gift would stay with her for another four months.
Miles Sherman took a step back.
His palm left her skin, pressing against the nearby door instead. Then, he put some real distance between himself and Zoe Pierce.
He tugged at the collar of his short-sleeved T-shirt, fanning himself a couple of times.
Zoe Pierce swallowed hard, her gaze darting away.
Miles Sherman caught her averting his gaze and paused.
"You go down first. I'm going to take a shower, then I'll be down," he said.
