Chapter 139

• Marco covered the pot with its lid and muttered under his breath, disappointment etched in his voice, "Sure, all it took was to be distracted."
• A crooked smirk tugged at his lips a second later. "Well, at least I got a compliment."
• The compliment had lingered in his mind far longer than the ruined soup. She had said he looked handsome. Devilishly handsome. And the way her gaze had lingered on him? He’d felt it — not just seen it. Felt it sliding over his skin like a warm current, deliberate, and far from innocent.