Doesn’t melt when I turn the charm on.
She just focuses on the job like I’m any other patient.
And somehow that only makes me more certain of one thing.
She’s my person.
I love her stubborn streak.
I love the way she refuses to be impressed by me.
I love the way she looks when she’s concentrating on her work.
And Christ knows I love the way she felt beneath me that night.
I love her.Period.
Which means pretending that night didn’t happen?
Not even an option.
“Chiara,” I say, watching her closely.“We need to talk.”
“No,” she replies instantly.
She hands me a printed sheet.
“What you need to do is start working on these stretches today.”
I glance down at the exercises.
Then back up at her.
Because one thing she clearly hasn’t figured out yet is that I’m not going anywhere.
And if she thinks this is over?
She’s got another thing coming.
Chapter12
Chiara
The next morninghe shows up early.
Again.
Which should not surprise me, except somehow it still does.
Because most men—most athletes especially—would have taken the hint by now.
We had our night.
One reckless, incredible, dangerous night that I absolutely should not think about as often as I do.
And yet Noah Walker keeps showing up like he missed the memo.
This morning he’s holding two coffees.
