Chapter 58
- NOLAN’S POV
- I studied Camila as she leaned casually against the bar, a slow smirk spreading across her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing—playing the game, waiting for me to take the bait.
- I lifted my glass, taking a slow sip of my scotch before meeting her gaze. “That depends,” I said. “I take it you’re Camila?”